Hey, friends! Welcome back to Share His Peace! I hope you gained some insight into how God’s words can provide comfort, stability, strength, perseverance, wisdom, freedom, peace (of course), etc., etc., etc. in our series on life verses. I could take up the entire post listing all of the things God’s words provide us, but….
Now, we move into a new series. As I (Stephanie) prepared to write the first Monday Mayhem post in this new series, I remembered that when this post is actually published, a very important date in my life will be mere days away. That date, friends, October 11, will mark 9 years of marriage with my perfectly imperfect Prince David. My how time flies by at warp speed, yes?
Can I be raw with you guys for just a moment and tell you that just two days before my wedding day an incident occurred that made me strongly consider calling the whole thing off? (Runaway Bride, anyone?). I was prepared to send the family who had traveled across the country to share in our glorious day back home, leave my bridesmaids stuck with the autumn inspired dresses they would surely never wear, cancel the “fall camping” themed food ordered for the reception, and spend the next month stuffing myself with the 5-tiered wedding cake garnished with chocolate leaves my mother had slaved to perfect just for me.
And it was this hardworking baker, my mother, who told me in no uncertain terms that I was walking down that aisle because “David Peace [was] the best thing that ever happened to [me].”
Of course there’s no surprise ending here. I got it together (at least mostly) and sashayed down the aisle more than walked.
And without hesitation I can say that marrying David remains THE best decision I’ve ever made (or that I’ve ever made with mostly loving persuasion. Thanks, Mom).
You see, friends, Mom could see beyond the moment. She could see beyond the incident that resulted from a poor choice made by an imperfect human being, which truly says something seeing as how on the day of my previous wedding Mom said to me, “You don’t have to do this. I don’t care about the money we spent. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Let’s just leave…now.”
I believe that because I didn’t leave with her when I knew deep down that I should, I freaked out and almost left (alone this time because Mom thought I was a fool) when I really shouldn’t.
But Fear almost had me convinced that I was headed down a similar path of pain, suffering, and heartache that comes with loving someone I shouldn’t love, and I did not want to trudge through the muck of another failed attempt at making something work that I feared deep down never would.
When I imagine the blessings that I would have missed out on had Fear succeeded and defeated….Friends, I just can’t even go there.
BUT…it was Fear that nearly erased my certainty that David PEACE actually is THE ONE, a very tangibly answered prayer from God 1 ½ years after I sat on my dad’s stoop and prayed for peace following the beginning of the excruciating divorce process from my abusive first husband.
Blasted, Fear! That haunting, daunting, trickster who sometimes seeps into my flesh and bones and takes up housekeeping. Fear, that slayer and betrayer, who sometimes has me wondering if God truly “…plans to prosper [me] and not to harm [me], plans to give [me] hope and a future” (Jeremiah 29:11, New International Version).
So our new series is on fear.
See you for Faith-Full Friday, friends, when I expose Fear for the wannabe assassin he is.