There is an unfathomable mystery that begs to be explored. And experienced to the full.
For right in the midst of life's morass of messy unsettledness, there is an exquisitely beautiful peace that can hold court, even though all our random, crazed emotions do their best to collide into it, destroy it, whisk it away.
We must look those unpleasant emotions straight in the eye, name them one by one, and acknowledge their unwanted presence. But this must be a brief gaze, for we do well not to linger too long at the chaos that beckons and threatens to undo us. For we are invited to make the rather difficult choice to raise our hands high and release, release, release the potentially destructive force of those feelings that tend to run rampant, wrecking havoc along the way.
And then we need to switch gears. Big time. And begin to fully focus the eyes of our hearts on the Author of peace. The kind of divine peace that centers us, that grounds us, that gives us spiritual legs that stand strong against life's seemingly endless assaults.
And since the almighty God, majestic Creator of heaven and earth, is the Author of our peace, we can be sure that this gift He lavishes on us is substantial, lasting, and free-flowing, just like His endless love. We can trust that His peace will surround us, hold us close, and protect these weary souls that have been so prone to battering by all manner of emotional onslaught.
This sacred cocoon of comfort, this holy cushion of grace, this safest of harbors. With undying gratitude we claim this lavish gift and settle in to savor the deepest rest. Right smack dab in the middle of the storm that rages close.
'Peace, be still.'
* vintage 1950s photograph