"And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:7
It was too dark to see it, but I could hear it. Its rhythm was calming, its presence called for quiet. As I closed my eyes, I knew God was saying it once again, and this time, I was listening. I awoke many times, but never without gently being lulled backed to sleep by the sound. The waves crashed and receded, and as they did, I heard Him speak...peace.
I wrestled with the sound of peace because peace has no sound. Within the chaos of life, there seemed no place for silence, no room for nothing. Circumstances built chaos, and chaos produced confusion. In the midst of confusion, finding my footing seemed the best way to overcome, and victory always seemed to come quicker with a loud battle cry. The warrior I had become was not of kindness and gentleness, but of quick tongue and brassy edges. And yet....He was calling me to peace....
In John 14, Jesus is comforting his disciples after telling them of his immanent death; in verse 27 he says, "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, do not be afraid." This is the kind of peace that God wants us to have. In the face of uncertain circumstances, He offers to us something the world cannot give. The world can give us chaos, confusion and instability, but it cannot give to us the peace that transcends our own understanding...but Jesus can.
The sound of the Ocean became something more to me... it has been written on my heart in a new way, straight from Heaven. It's view is magical, it's world a mystery, and it's sound...it's sound is peace. When I wrestle with falling back to brassy, may I remember the music of the waves dancing to a rhythm written by God...calling me back to being still....calling me back to peace.