Peace. I don't know about you, but the image that comes to my mind when I think about peace is, well, peaceful. You know. The idyllic meadow with wildflowers blooming and bees buzzing lazily and a gentle breeze and a creek. Or maybe a quiet forest with a layer of pristine snow. Regardless, the image that most commonly comes to mind is serene, quiet, calm, etc.
When I was pregnant with Lady A, as I've already mentioned, I struggled with fear quite a bit. It's understandable; I was working high risk maternity at the time, so I was seeing women whose pregnancies were not going smoothly all day every day to the point that I kept forgetting that that was not how the vast majority of pregnancies go. All this worked out to mean that I spent a good bit of brain power thinking about peace. There are numerous songs and hymns that speak of "peace like a river." At first listen, that seems to cement that image of the meadow and the creek and the bees and stuff, but then I remembered the time we went white water rafting. That river wasn't exactly peaceful in the calm/serene/quiet sense.
And then it hit me. Peace, true peace, isn't dependent on our circumstances but is a reflection of the Prince of Peace living in us. Peace can exist even in the darkest hour of the longest night, even in the heat of battle, and even in a tiny raft careening down a wild and rushing river.
Seek peace and pursue it. Psalm 34:14b