Over the past three days I have had conversations with several wonderful friends. When you decide that a conversation is a dialogue instead of a monologue, you begin to listen. I hear a lot of plates filled with situations and circumstances, and I wish I could help. One of my friends said to me, "Ken, would you post the most peaceful place you have ever been. I'm up against it and need some solitude."
Well, I didn't make any promises but here is what I have arrived at. I've seen a multitude of peaceful places and I have been in even more peaceful places and missed it. I'll post a photo from far up north as the sun is just about to break on the Alaska Range. A loon was calling in the distance, but you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet. Then, I'll put one up of a bog in Maine when the sun turned the rocks gold and orange, the smell of the woods was rich, and I could hear a moose sloshing in the bog in the far distance.
I was at peace in both of those places, and so many more, but not because of the place. I was at peace because I knew then and know now that I'm never alone. I was at peace because, as my friend Melvin used to say, "When you get it right up and down, it gets right all around." And I was at peace because I have a verse burned in my heart that says, "Be still and know that I am God."
I'm convinced that the only peace in this world is not in this world. Jesus said, "My peace I leave with you."