A piece on peace

This morning I went to the beach for a bit, and was reminded of something I wrote in a writing class during this last year at BSSM.
This is a little different from my usual blog posts (if such a thing were to exist!) but here it is.
Peace. A strange, simple word.

With a plethora of interpretations, twisted and molded to mean whatever its holder wishes, I like the peace Scripture defines. This peace is an inside job, something beyond understanding, beyond reason, beyond circumstance. It is anchored in hope in the One whose reasoning transcends human logic or wisdom. Inspired by trust I can only build through my undeniable evidence of a faithful God, peace has been a theme in my life to an extent I could almost consider uncanny.
My favourite place to be is the beach. I love the paradox of peace in my soul brought by violent waves. They crash with such power and force, yet somehow the repetitive motion is lulling. When I was a child, our family would stay near the beach on holidays, and I distinctly remember at night hearing the waves as I went to sleep. We were a ways away from the beachfront, yet the sound carried so far, like a familiar friend comforting me from a distance. That’s kind of how I feel about peace. It’s always been there, sometimes distant yet always reachable, putting my soul at ease, regardless of what I’m going through. Throughout my life the beach has remained a place I can go to and find my peace again.
In my last year of school, we were given the opportunity to spend a day doing something we thought we might pursue as a career. I chose flying - I mean, why not? I had been on large commercial aircraft before, but this was a two-seater and everything was so close. Again, a paradox, the landscape beneath me mere moments away, the overwhelming majesty and beauty of creation in my sight, so expansive yet seemingly tiny below. And in that place I am struck by peace, as if somehow my life is now fulfilled and complete having seen how big the world is. The awe and wonder of it all draws me into peace, peace in Him and of Him.
These are the moments I hold on to when my world looks like chaos. These overwhelming moments where the power and beauty of creation remind me how big and faithful He really is. There are so many stories and memories, so many moments like these throughout my life I could write of.

Peace is an inside job, but it is not blind. It transcends human logic but is not illogical. Because whenever my eyes turn their affection to Him and away from the storm, peace is the only thing that makes any sense at all.

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