FIRST PERSON: In search of the telephone, in search of peace
By DAWN REED
I couldn’t find my phone. All over. “Hey, Siri,” I whispered, hoping not to wake my beloved. Siri didn’t respond. Of course, he was muted. I moved the sofa cushions, looked in the drawers and even in the trash cans. Retracing my steps in the morning, I searched all my pockets, the laundry room, the bathroom, the back porch. Where had I left it ?!
My time to leave for work was quickly approaching. In reality, I could do it someday without a phone, but not ideal. I prayed to the familiar, “Lord, please put my hand on it …” Nothing appeared. (He’s probably so tired of my lost phone prayer.)
It was the modern version of the woman looking for the coin in Luke 15. I was hoping that verse nine would apply to me this morning: âAnd when she finds her, she calls her friendsâ¦ together and says, ‘Rejoice. you with me; I found my lost telephone. ‘â(My personal version today.)
After an unsuccessful search, I had to leave. First, I had to go through the church to print bookmarks for some patients. Still tracing my steps mentally as I drove, I again felt my pockets. And suddenly I knew where my phone was … in my apron hanging on a hook in the kitchen. Daddy erases it!
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve left my phone in my apron pocket. My beloved probably could. He still seems to be there when I finally get the reveal. To be fair, my apron pocket is so often my phone’s stash that I should go in as soon as it goes missing.
I felt so dumb. Of course, it was in my apron pocket. Why hadn’t I looked there first? I hate it when I waste time looking in the wrong place.
I come into contact with a lot of women in crisis. They put on a good and often pretty face, but deep down, they hardly keep things together. They are overwhelmed and tired, both physically and mentally. A million dollars is no longer on the top of everyone’s wish list. âPeaceâ has overtaken cash as the thing they need most. These women are stay-at-home moms, teachers, professionals, nurses, students, etc. and are of all ages. Worries pile up as high as dirty laundry in their hearts and minds.
As a pastor’s wife, and because I’m older, I can ask honest questions. The root of the problem is easily revealed. Do they read their Bibles? More often than not, they just didn’t have the time. Have they returned to in-person church services? Usually one thing after another has driven them away. What about prayer? Not much time for that either. It all took its toll. It deprived them of their peace.
Like looking for a phone in the wrong places, we tend to look for peace in the wrong places. We can save a lot of frustration by going directly to the Prince of Peace. (It’s no coincidence that this is one of its many names.) We waste time and energy looking elsewhere.
Paul’s words encourage us even today: âMay the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace if you trust in himâ¦â Romans 15:13.
âDo not worry about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and request, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus â, Philippians 4: 6-8.
There are many options, but only one true source of peace: Jesus. Instead of avoiding Him, let’s run full steam … straight into His arms!
I stopped at the rectory on leaving the hollow. Rushing into the kitchen, I put my hand in my apron pocket. Bingo! This will be the first place I look next time.