I woke up very early this morning with this hauntingly beautiful song composed by Wayland Rogers running through my mind. I forced them to the back of my consciousness so that I could fall back asleep, only to awaken again half an hour later with the same phrases nudging at the edges of my awareness. Again, I dozed back into dreamland, and again, I found myself floating back to awareness on the running waves of this tune. Exasperated and certainly not feeling very peace-filled, I finally trudged downstairs to our living room. I happened to look out the picture window at the front of the house, and there I was greeted by a peaceful site, indeed. The snow was quietly falling and a gentle blanket of white already sheltered the dried-out autumn lawn. For a moment, my exasperations welled – snow on Thanksgiving Eve, again! And then I looked, watching the tiny flakes falling to add to the myriad success of whiteness that was already in place. The sky was a gently grey, the clouded sun just tinting the darkness we call night. No cars driving by. No dogs barking. No voices speaking. No fight between heaven and earth, but instead a gracious welcoming of something new.

Quiet. Harmonious. Just a deep peace.

I wish to you a deep peace. May you find time in your busy schedules, for peace. The deep peace of God, who indeed is the light of the world.