We weren’t meant to live on Mountain Tops. Swirling endless martinis. Lounging on beach chairs viewing spectacular sunsets. While sipping something decadent.
We all have them at least once in a lifetime. Hopefully more often. Those moments when the stars align. Good karma abounds, and nothing happens to ruffle our feathers.
My first Pocket of Perfect Peace wrapped itself around me driving to work one morning in 2006. A warm bubbly feeling turned into song. I warbled away at the top of my voice. Out of tune most likely but who was there to hear.
Heaven forbid I got stopped for a burnt-out brake light or something. How do you explain to some poor traffic officer your inability to sit still? That you’re high on joy?
I taught my classes. Went home. Sat down with a cup of tea. Considered how I could re-capture that feeling.
I ran through my life as it was at that moment.
I loved what I did. Everywhere I worked was a pleasant environment. I had great mentors. I liked my bosses and co-workers.
Nobody was shooting at me because of my race, the color of my skin, the language I spoke or the faith I practiced. My family was healthy and happy.
So many blessings. To re-capture that moment, all I need do was think “Pocket of Perfect Peace.”
Dawned the following morning and I set out. Singing. Waiting for that POPP.
Nothing. As in squat.
I was happy and contented but that” bubble” was absent. I did the obvious. Ran through my catalog of blessings.
I tried again.
And again and again and again….
The POPP was not mine to command at will.
It would come at unexpected moments.
I stopped trying to conjure it up and enjoyed it when it happened.
I learnt a valuable lesson that day.
We cannot live on that mountain. Our Pockets of Perfect Peace are gifts from God, distributed as He sees fit.
We were meant to have “down in the valley” moments. Where our life becomes an array of endless days and nights of drudgery. Discontent, and depression.
It’s called life.
We might be bored.
Hoping for a spark of that bonfire that lit us when we first realized and enjoyed the awesomeness of our God. That first Pocket.
We might not be bored.
Instead, we are limping from one crisis to another. Illness, financial problems, children, work.
Then all we pray for is a small Pocket of Perfect Peace. We have enough sparks flying and they’re not lightning anything good.
We might be suffering from depression. Insecurity.
We don’t want a spark. We don’t seek respite. We want this horrible heavy weight lifted. We want this dark cloud driven away by a gentle breeze and the sun to break through.
We don’t want. We want.
I’ve had my own dark moments in every which way. Both before my special Mountain Top Moment and since.
I survived through God’s Grace.
· As we fight our way out of the valley and up the mountain;
· As we struggle with illness and finance, children and work;
Let us not forget to keep our eyes on what matters.
This, whatever “this” is, will pass.
Let us do the best we can.
“Let us do little things with much love.” (St. Therese of Lisieux)
· Our smile might be what perks up someone’s day.
· Our help might save someone from homelessness.
· Our kind word might be what makes someone step back from suicide.
· Our phone call might be the one that lifts a lonely person back up the mountain.
Oswald Chambers stated –
“Drudgery is the test of genuine character.”
I see it thus:
When you’re down, in a valley of your own, reach out to others in their valleys. In doing so, you will lift yourself as well. It never fails.
“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” (John 14:27 KJV)