There are so many places where peace is nothing shy of just plain pretty. Oh the beauty of a peaceful commute home from work or the beauty of a calm conversation with the phone company over a discrepancy in the bill. How awesome to experience the peace in the playroom when 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 and 1 child with a friend plays without fighting. Sometimes I just cry out for a Klondike Bar! Oh boy, what I wouldn’t do sometimes for a peaceful moment.
But God has extended for me a place, a place to rest — find peace. It’s a place not riddled with distractions, formal rules, assignments or expectations — it’s a place of freedom, communion, fellowship and well . . . rest.
David spoke of this place as he, too, wondered of the assurance of fellowship with his God. And as he did he found peace in his fellowship. It was a place of rest, embrace and joy.
I’m reminded of moments I’ve spent in the hammock, under the tall oak tree. I reflect on the fellowship with my Savior on the boulder found firmly in place at the edge of the creek. As I seek shade on a hot day, may I rest in the comfort of my Lord.
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High, will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. Psalm 91:1