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Be of good cheer


We have seven kids ages 1-12. There is rarely a quiet moment at our house. 

It's loud. Chaotic. Crazy. Messy. And hectic.

But that doesn't mean I can't feel peace. 

"Be still and know that I am God." 

My peace usually looks like a hoard of kids playing with blocks in the living room- which is clean after a hard-work-spring-cleaning-day on Friday. 

My peace involves small moments when I sit back and smile, realizing that this life is truly a gift.

It comes in fleeting moments of a toddler's laughter. Or hysterics in the kitchen when my oldest builds a meringue volcano on his lemon meringue pie for pi day.

It doesn't come freely. I ask for it daily. And I have to seek far and wide for it. 

Sometimes I have to lock myself in the bathroom to find it. But not always.

I don't find it on Facebook.

I sometimes find it on Instagram. Today it was in the form of a sneakily taken video of my brother playing the piano in his Harry Potter pajamas pants with 3 little kids playing all around him. 

Thanks Kayla. ❤️

I always find peace in a hug from Brant. Or Rebekah- who gives them quite freely! 

And I always feel peace when I read the word of God. Or listen to the word of God as given by our modern day prophets. 

I find my peace as I pray. 

I've felt much peace this weekend. It's funny how as I watch the chaos of the world (through my Facebook lens...) I recognize the joy that peace brings. 

I am happy. My family is safe. And healthy. 

We have food. Toilet paper. Soap. And a savings account. 

And we have the peace of God. 

Find peace here

By the way, I totally tied Caleb for the win today playing Ticket to Ride Europe. We tried to avoid Rome. (But that meant going through Asia...) 

Comments

  1. Mellissa March 14, 2020 at 9:12 PM

    Nice post! Glad you have peace and tp!😁 Also, funny that you avoided Rome!

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  2. MaryMarch 15, 2020 at 8:25 AM

    The link doesn't go anywhere. Peace is knowing prayers are answered. You are in our Prayers. ❤ this!

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    1. Tina CrowtherMarch 17, 2020 at 12:40 PM

      Hmm... I guess it's a sign you have to find your own peace! haha. I had it linked to churchofjesuschrist.org

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