I looked over to see who was calling. My downstairs neighbor, Spencer. I answered. Spencer sounded concerned and was almost whispering.
"Did you hear that?"
"No. Hear what?"
"Gunshots. Two of them. They sounded close."
Side note: Before I was married to Andrea I barely knew what a room fan was? In our home growing up my mom didn't have fans running most of the time. After we got married, Andrea quickly introduced to me to sleeping with a fan running in the room. She likes the background noise and the air movement. Consequently, we've always had fans running while we sleep. In Haiti, fans take on even more importance. They keep mosquitos away, help cool the room and drown out noise. We had three fans running when Spencer called!
"No, I didn't hear anything. We have the fans running and we're on the other side of the house."
Concern in his voice: "Yeah, there were two more shots about a minute later. The second set sounded a little ways away."
I said. "I'll get up and check it out, Kayla's on that side of the house."
I got up and walked to Makayla's room. It's dark.
I whisper, "Makayla!"
A completely unconcerned and un-energetic voice came back, "Yeah dad?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah" her voice sounded tired. "Why?"
"Did you hear anything?"
"Um...yeah", sounding uninterested and a bit annoyed that I was interupting her sleep. "I heard two gunshots," she said, "and then a little later I heard two more. They sounded a little further away."
"Are you ok?"
"Ok, love ya."
She rolled over to get more comfortable, "Love you too."
On the way back to our room I laughed. Makayla wasn't a bit concerned! She acted as though the gunshots that she could hear outside of her window where of no consequence at all! No worry in her voice whatsoever. Her concern was sleep.
This verse from Isaiah came to mind.
"You keep him (or her) in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he (or she) trusts in you."
The next morning I shared this verse with Makayla. God's working in her life and I'm really happy about what He is doing. She laughed and assured me she wasn't thinking "spiritual" thoughts when I came into the room the night before. She said, "I hear gunshots quite a bit since we moved here." She confirmed that she was more interested in sleep than thinking about what was happening outside.
And that's the point I think. It's a work of God, not man's effort. We can't make ourselves peaceful by trying not to be worried about gunshots outside. We trust in the One who directs the path of bullets and controls the mind of the guy who is pulling the trigger.
Trusting Him keeps us in perfect peace.