When we moved to the Second Acre, the thing we most fell in love with was the property. North Carolina is a beautiful state, with cities such as Asheville, Raleigh, and the Outer Banks. The woods beckon one to explore, the coast awakens wonder, and even here in the city of Charlotte, the greenways are ample.
The Second Acre where we live is no small wonder in it’s own rite. The landscape out our backdoor boasts white pines, giant maples, and sweet gums. It also hosts great horned owls, deer, woodpeckers, and unfortunately, fire ants.
This was all fine until last year, when Lyric decided to tie Zion to a tree. They were playing “Voyage of the Dawn Treader”. But it just so happened to be this particular tree was located on top of a fire ant hill. It was Zion's first exposure to the stinging insect. She came inside crying with several bites on her leg.
They say it takes at least two exposures for an allergy to evidence. Months later, Halloween weekend to be exact, we would end up in urgent care with the littlest pixie to find Zion is allergic to these pests.
What do you do when you live in the South and fire ants are everywhere? We chose our particular property because we wanted the pixies to live outdoors. I longed to look out the window and see the girls climbing trees, swinging on the Swurfer, and riding bikes throughout the yard. We wanted to sit outside together under the full moon, sky full of stars, gathered in front of the campfire eating s’mores.
Allergies. A mother knows, these are the things that keep one up at night. How do I rest easy, wondering if an ant transplanted itself inside on top of a blanket? Can I relax while the pixies are playing outside, knowing Zion might fall out of the hammock onto the ground below? (This did in fact transpire the other day, which resulted in me grabbing her little body and throwing her in the shower to wash all the leaves and critters from her hair).
“If you can hold the stars in place, you can hold my heart the same.”
And this I know. The One who holds the stars in place is the same One who knows how many hairs are on Zion’s head. He knit her together in my womb, fashioning every single cell of her body. This is the One Who knows her. Who knows my own heart.
I must lean into His peace.
Rule My Heart
“Let the peace of God rule in your heart,” (Colossians 3:15). I can either let fear rule. Or, I can let the peace of God rule. I choose peace. The Greek word in this verse for “rule”, brabeueto, paints a beautiful picture of what transpires when peace rules.
The word was often used in reference to the Olympic games. It had the idea of presiding over and preserving order. The peace of God will control you. Matthew Henry writes,
“The peace which God gives to the soul... is to preside over and govern the mind; to preserve every thing in its place; and to save it from tumult, disorder, and irregularity...The soul is liable to the agitations of passion and excitement... It needs something to preside over it, and keep its various faculties in place and order; and nothing is so well fitted to do this as the calm peace which religion gives, a deep sense of the presence of God, the desire and the evidence of his friendship, the hope of his favor, and the belief that he has forgiven all our sins.”
When I am not at peace, my mind is in disorder. Agitations and worry wage warfare on my heart. But the peace of God controls. Like a judge at the Olympics, peace distributes an order to my heart, preserving my mind. Let peace sit like an umpire over my heart.
The peace of God keeps emotions in check, cripples anxiety, and dispels fear.
And the only way to have the peace of God is to be at peace with God. He is peace. He bestows peace to His beloved. The Word of God must saturate my mind daily. His life-giving words bring me into communion and peace with Him.
“Your love has called my name. What do I have to fear?”
The pixies love to blare this song, “Stars”, by Skillet over the stereo. It is one of our favorites, and it’s simple truth is finding me in the cares of the day:
The deepest depths, the darkest nights
Can't separate, can't keep me from your sight
I get so lost, forget my way
But still you love and you don't forget my name
If you can hold the stars in place
You can hold my heart the same
Whenever I fall away
Whenever I start to break
So here I am, lifting up my heart
If you can calm the raging sea
You can calm the storm in me
You're never too far away
You never show up too late
So here I am, lifting up my heart
To the one who holds the stars
I turn around in the car to see Zion looking out the window up at the stars. Her tiny frame is rocking out and her voice belts, “To the One Who holds the stars.”
And I find the anxiety of the moment release. I discover the rule of something powerful over my heart. Presiding over and preserving order. This is peace.
Momma to three pixies, Lyric, Brielle, and Zion, wife to a Viking-loving writer, daughter of the King. My blog reflects living the lyrics of the cross in the beauty of everyday. I hold a Masters in theology, but more importantly, I host several barn owls in the second acre. We are all about breathing deep here and soaking in the glory of life.