“Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful.” John 14:27, NASB
Can there be peace in the midst of a storm?
I remember a word image a friend painted in a study she’d written several years ago. Imagine a storm, fierce and tumultuous, raging across the prairie. Picture a tree, bending in the angry wind, and in that tree, see a nest with a mother bird covering her tiny chicks. Label that image ‘peace.’
It’s been a long time, but I still have that image in my head. It resurfaces every time I think about peace. It’s an incredible picture, and one that demands thought.
Peace . . . In the midst of a terrifying storm. But why? Peace is a back massage, the smells of lavender and the gentle chords of soothing music in the background. Peace is placid waters on a comfortable summer evening. Peace is a fall afternoon in a hammock, swaying to the rhythm of a musky breeze.
But a storm? Not peaceful.
There’s the difference. Right there. I changed the word, didn’t I? Just because a setting is peaceful doesn’t mean that I have peace. Conversely, because a setting is difficult doesn’t mean that I can’t have peace.
Peace isn’t a set of circumstances. Peace is an anchor that drops in deep waters, beneath the currants that shift with the weather. It is the truth that undergirds reality.
Peace where it isn’t peaceful. God’s peace. The kind I want. Don’t you?