by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor
I sat along the river’s edge beneath the shade of a willow leaning precariously across the water smooth as glass. The glint of sunshine twinkled and skipped as the river coursed through the mountain gorge carrying my thoughts with its never-ending flow.
I thought about God.
I thought about life’s twists and turns, its burdens heavy, its forward motion sure and constant as it stumbles across debris that clutters the heart.
Life goes on.
Just like the river.
And just like the river flowing without ceasing, the presence of God’s peace is with us always … if we look for it expectantly.
I thought of the difficult places the Lord has brought me through — places I thought I may not survive. Broken pieces of my life cluttered my heart and stabbed at my soul, but all along God’s peace was there, covering me like a comforting blanket. Now, I can see the touch of His hand smoothing over the places that rippled, covering the ugly debris with His grace.
He has attended my soul well.
His tender watchcare cloaked in His perfect peace has been my constant companion.
Even when I wasn’t aware.
Even when I kept trying to carry the weight alone.
His peace is not as the world gives — His peace is life-sustaining as only the Father can give. It comforts. Restores. Sustains. We don’t earn it. It’s not some pollyanna thought that is out of reach.
It is a gift already given.
We just need to open the gift.
As the river flowed past me I realized that in my moment of melancholy, I sought the river’s edge for a peaceful respite from a troublesome day. I have also learned to seek the Father in my troublesome moments.
When we seek Him we will find Him …
Our perfect peace like a river attending our soul.