Today is moving day. There will be plenty of reason for fretting and stewing, impatience and turbulence. I am one who seems to feel that unless I do things or unless they are done my way, they will not be done right, and the day will disintegrate. But I have been watching the sea—very turbulent this morning because of a tropical storm hundreds of miles away—and I remember Him whose word was enough to calm it.
Speak that word to me today, dear Lord: peace.
Let your calm spirit, through the many potentially
rough minutes of this day, in every task, say to my
soul, Be still. Even this day’s chaos, with all its clutter
and exertion, will be ordered by Your quiet
power if my heart is subject to Your word
of peace. Thank you, Lord.
**Excerpt originally published in A Lamp Unto My Feet, p. 205.