Today, I ponder peace.
My soul is besieged by many small things that for the sheer number of them, seem to almost overwhelm me. They are all things I must think about, plan for, or do, but it feels like I am being prevented from accomplishing the most important things I know God has in front of me to do during this season. My heart wants to go one way, but my life situation is clamouring for another.
So I climb up onto the Father’s lap, and I let these bothersome intruders leak away out of my eyes, out of my sight, and turn my eyes on Him. He is my Peace, and I drink deeply.
I let the feelings flow, knowing they are only feelings, not the truth. Feelings are fleeting reactions, not directions.
Even before I start to tell myself the truth of things, that I am not useless, or inadequate, or overwhelmed, that instead, in Him, I am all that He says I am—nothing more, nothing less—and that all I need, I know He will supply to me—even before all of that, I sit.
I just sit, and rest, and leak.
Then the Peace that passes all understanding, comes.
He comes.
For Peace is not a feeling, or an attribute of self, or a mindset. It is a Person.
I think on the one of at least three times that Jesus was surrounded by those who hated Him and were stirred up to kill Him. The mob had dragged him to the cliff, surrounding Him, and intent on throwing him off of it.
“But He, passing through the midst of them, went His way.” Luke 4:30.
I go my way, the onslaught parting on either side of me, because I am in Him, and He is in me.
Peace.
