Peace

I miss the sound of waves crashing and the smell of the Atlantic Ocean. I miss looking up in fear that the seagull passing over my head might poop on me. I miss people watching as I walk the boardwalk. I miss the thing that gave me peace. 

I miss looking into the clear country night’s sky and seeing the stars. I miss trying to find the constellations only to become amazed at the greatness of who God is. I miss feeling so tiny in this big old world. I miss the thing that gave me peace. 

I miss sitting in my car atop of the foothills on Liberty’s campus. I miss staring out across the cityscape contemplating my future and crying out to my Creator for direction. I miss the thing that gave me peace. 

Each place had its purpose. Each place made me into who I am. But now, I search for the next thing to give me peace. I can’t sit on the beach...we’re practicing social distancing. My city has too much pollution and the sky isn’t clear. I’m not driving 4 hours to Liberty University to sit on a mountain top. I search for ways to bring me peace right here, right now, in this day, at this time. I search. I seek. I hope. I pray. Peace, come find me. I need you now.