Peace Came on a Saturday Morning

Note: this blog was originally written on 11/19/05

It's 7:49 AM on a Saturday. It's 7:49 AM on a Saturday and I am wide awake, listening to Shane & Shane and catching up on long-overdue emails.

Truth be told, I actually woke up at 7:22. My eyes started to flutter open and I glanced over my slightly sun-brightened room. Suddenly I bolted upright. I looked at the clock -after 7! Dang it! I am late for work! I hopped out of bed and reached the computer desk before I realized it was Saturday."It's Saturday," I mumbled softly to myself in confirmation. I crawled back into bed and snuggled under the covers. Instantly, my eyes started fluttering with sleep and I felt at peace.

Peace.

My eyes suddenly flew open again.

Peace is not a feeling I've had as of late. To be honest, Peace is not really in my vocabulary right now.

But this feeling of contentment, of assurity, of hope feels overwhelmingly wonderful right now. It's like tides are shifting, things are changing. All the things are working together for good.Then it hits me that peace isn't a feeling; it's just of God. It's truly a gift given from the Most High to those He sees. And He sees me. So on Saturday morning, at now 7:58 AM, it's a wonder to be awake and know that God is with me in this tiny room, and has been all along.

"You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You." ~Isaiah 26:3