Peace. Love. Dove. We were raised on it, sang about it, learned to make the peace sign, pray for peace, demand peace and quiet, ask for just a few moments of peace.
I imagine that most of us define peace as absence of war…………or maybe we believe peace is quiet…………or an absence of conflict. For sure peace is being left alone beside a small babbling brook, right? Birds chirping, cool breeze, sunbeams streaking down through the leaves – wonderful, eh?
What if………….peace wasn’t that at all? Peace as the third fruit of the spirit is a remarkable improvement on what I used to think, which is pretty much all of the above. Now I can claim peace that stays with me in the midst of storms, conflicts and painful losses. It is there when I am having the “time of my life” on a mountain top. It is there when I am crying, laughing, disagreeing, grieving, giving. It is there when I am cooking for a crowd, cooking a romantic dinner for two or eating alone. How cool, eh?
It is well with my soul. Yep, what a tremendous relief after so many years of chasing moments of peace to realize that I can have peace all the time, even when things aren’t quiet. Tapping into peace through my faith has gotten me through a few recent moments of conflict and rejection free of scars. It is a huge deal for me to have arrived at this point. I wish it for everyone.
This song is really sweet in its simplicity. In good times as well as hard times, in the hills and the valleys, I wish you peace.