I remember back when my boys were all much younger, and the house was such a noisy place, with the hustle and bustle of activities going three ways at once, it seemed the pace would never slow down. But finally, at days end, when they all were finally in bed, the house would fall into a hush, and I would light a candle or two, put on music so soft you could barely hear...and in this quiet hour my heart would be renewed.
Just the softness of the candle light, and the music quietly stealing through the air...the days troubles would fade away, and the quiet would enter in..... and I felt God's presence, even though I didn't know Him...and I longed for it to last, this peace within.
Years later, when I met Jesus, and finally opened the door of my heart...and I felt the joy that decision brought to me.... I also felt that peace fill me to the brim, and I knew then that it would last permanently. I recognized that peace, the same I had felt long ago.... but then it had had no name, and now I knew.... that it was God's love for me, His healing touch on my heart…that quiet voice finally giving me that name...'be still and know that I am God.'
And then later still, God brought you to me...the love I thought I would never have or know.... for in His love and His timing, God fulfilled my dreams, He gave me a brand new peace and refuge.... in the love we would share from the moment that we met.
Now in the quiet time at the end of the day.... that peace fills me yet again.... and I know with such certainty the depth of God's love for me.... for it is expressed in the joy and happiness that fills my heart whenever I look at you.