Peace….

How does one start a blog? Well, you have to have something to say, something to focus on. I have so many things to say. Do I make this about business, home life, just for the family? Really though, who cares what I have to say anyway? I am just a girl in Central Texas, nothing too special about that. My name is Tamy, I have an amazing husband and to pretty cool kids (6 and 3).  I am a mommy, a physical therapist, wife, daughter, sister, and friend among so many other titles.

Peace is illusive at times. Tonight it is storming outside, lightning and thunder all around, the trees bend and the breath of the wind. I am taken back to my childhood, a special song that we sang over and over again in the church choir; I believe it was a favorite of our director.

“I Shall Not Be Moved”

Jesus is my Savior, I shall not be moved;
In His love and favor, I shall not be moved,
Just like a tree that’s planted by the waters,
Lord, I shall not be moved.

In my Christ abiding, I shall not be moved;
In His love I’m hiding, I shall not be moved,
Just like a tree that’s planted by the waters,
Lord, I shall not be moved.

If I trust Him ever, I shall not be moved;

He will fail me never, I shall not be moved,

Just like a tree that’s planted by the waters,

Lord, I shall not be moved.

On His word I’m feeding, I shall not be moved;
He’s the One that’s leading, I shall not be moved,
Just like a tree that’s planted by the waters,
Lord, I shall not be moved.

Chorus
I shall not be, I shall not be moved;
I shall not be, I shall not be moved;
Just like a tree that’s planted by the waters,
Lord, I shall not be moved.

From the lyrics above there is a lot of not being moved going on in there! I have sung that song in my head for years and years resolute in the desire to being an unwavering manifestation of the strength of the King. I am not though, I am grouchy, testy, I fail miserably at times, and I don’t keep my focus all the time but He is still there when I turn around steadfast, waiting, loving and encircling His arms around me even when I just want to push away. I want to be that steadfast tree planted by the water but all I can do is take advantage of its shade- huddled under its branches. I am a far cry from that tall tree whose roots spread out for miles. Isn’t that the best though, that our Maker loves us no matter what.

So, what about peace, that is the title of this blog? What does peace look like? More on that tomorrow but for now I just want to sit in the storm, under My Savior’s tree and be. I may not be able to heal like the balm from the trees in Gilead, or give shade to many under me but I can attach to the one who can. All my failures, all my sin, all my inefficiencies are irrelevant because of Him. That is peace.