Evening at home.
Rare aloneness.
But, oh, the presence there waiting.
It has always awaited me there in the stillness of any given moment.
And as long as it takes for me to return to it there,
It waits for me in an unspeakable patience.
My lesson today: “The stillness of the peace of God is mine”.
Mine. Peace is mine. And so is the stillness that accompanies it. I possess the stillness of peace just like I possess life, or a soul or consciousness. It’s an attribute in my general makeup. I rarely think of peace as an attribute already in me. I tend to concieve of peace as something to get and something to lose unexpectedly. And I certainly am not in the habit of turning to that peace as a problem solving technique. Peace as an answer seems funny to me. Saying, “The stillness of the Peace of God is mine”, is a problem solving technique that dismisses our disturbances and returns us to the peace that apparently, is just part of us.
And what of these “disturbances” this lesson speaks of?
They are my worries that something can rob me of peace; this “gift that God gave me”.
But if I can’t lose any gift god gave me, what need have I to fear something could rob me of peace?
And that’s why it is always there waiting me in the quiet of any given moment. I can’t lose it. It will always be there where God put it. In me.
Strange to think that all I need to do when disturbed by anything is to acknowledge that peace is mine and peace will be mine.
I am so grateful to you my mighty companions,
May peace extend from my mind to yours,
-anna
