You will keep in perfect peace the mind that is dependent on You, for it is trusting in You. Trust in the Lord forever because in Yah, the Lord, is an everlasting rock! Isaiah 26:3-4 HCSB
I am burdened with a weighty issue today. Perhaps, by the time you see these words, dawn will have broken and my situation will have resolved itself. But, in the moment that my fingers strike these keys, all seems … murky.
Jen and I take turns picking weekly topics for this blog. This week, mired in my difficulty, I chose: “I Have Been Offered Peace.” Notice that I didn’t title it “I Have Peace,” because quite honestly, for most of the past few days, that would be a lie. I haven’t had any peace at all. Have you ever been there?
But my lack of peace has not been because God did not offer it. Indeed, Jesus came to earth with the title “Prince of Peace.” The Bible is full promises of peace – that internal tranquility that transcends circumstances. But peace is conditional. It requires that I choose to trust God, and it is withheld as long as I am not doing so.
These verses in Isaiah tell me I can achieve peace if I put my mind on God’s rock-solid, eternal character. If I discipline my thoughts to trust Him, I will have peace. Ah, but a mind is wily thing to discipline!
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When storms, like the sea billows blow
Whatever my lot, thou has taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul
I’m a little baffled how Horatio G. Spafford was able to pen these words. The man knew turmoil. He knew storms. He knew devastation. And yet he wrote “it is well.”
No, not just it is well. It is well with my soul. I’m guessing Spafford had grasped onto the peace Christ had offered. Jesus didn’t promise placid circumstances. He offered peace—and not as the world gives. Soul peace, rooted deep, anchored in the unchangeable nature of God. It is there, in His hand. But I have to put mine in His and stay there to take hold of such a peace.
While it’s mind-blowing to think of a man penning this beloved hymn as he grieved the death of his children, it’s also incredible to think that I have been offered the privilege to hold the very hand of God.
If only I would hang on. Wily discipline, indeed.