“The wicked are like the tossing sea, for it can- not be quiet, and its waters toss up refuse and mud. ‘There is no peace for the wicked,’ says my God.” Isaiah 57:20-21
Tossing sea ~ agitated and angry waters
I want to be quiet on the inside, peaceful and composed. When stress comes, I can so easily lose my peace. My inside world becomes noisy. There is static. I worry, become irritable, and obsess over things that aren’t the way I want them to be. How I long to be like David who says that he does not concern himself with matters too big or small. He composes himself and quiets his own soul like a weaned child on his mother’s breast. Oh, for this self-mastery, Lord!
I take charge of my thoughts, discard all that makes me fitful, breathe deeply of Your Spirit, and then direct my eyes toward You. Still me. Hold me. Remind me that You are my refuge in the storm. Smooth the waters so that the slightest breeze can be seen rippling on the surface of my seas. Let me perceive the faintest edges of a coming storm so that I may come to you before the tossing sea is angry. Don’t let me be overtaken by floodwaters. I want to be sensitive to whatever would eventually disrupt my peace with You.
You are my Peace. I don’t think peaceful thoughts to change the roaring of the seas. I think of You, turn my face away from all that worries me, and just come home. Amen