As we celebrated V.E. Day this week it brought back many memories for everyone. I was eight when this war was finished. I was too young to realise why we had a street party. What did it mean to me that the ‘war was over?’ I could remember only war, bombings and disasters. It took me a few weeks to notice that there were no more things fling overhead. I was living on the Essex/London border so it was a busy area.
I had only know food rationing so the continued restrictions were no different to me. I was very blessed in that my mother shielded me from the horror. All I knew was that I had gained a baby brother, not welcome at the time, though appreciated later. No longer did we hide in the basement boiler room of the school as the bombs flew overhead.
Now 80 years later I realise that there are no winners in war. Every side suffers. War is not in God’s planning. He is the God of peace. So this week we remember and reflect Our God is a God of peace. May we follow Him and have peace in our own small environment.