Rest & Peace

The day wains and the evening shadows lengthen, the day’s work and play are done. Father puts his tools away and mother calls the children in from their play. The setting sun paints the sky with red, blue, and violet, while the shadows in the forest sink to deeper shades of inky darkness. The breeze descends to a whisper, and the leaves of the trees become still. The moon peeps silently and slowly up from the horizon, and begins its slow steady journey across the heaven’s, turning from a large red ball to a small orb of white light, casting shadows among the trees. The sleepy twittering of the bird’s good night songs and the call of the whippoorwills fulfilling their evening rituals. The crickets and the frogs begin their evening chorus in the meadows and ponds. All is still, a quiet hush of darkness slides like a comforting blanket over the land. Mist rises off the water, while tiny droplets of dew form on the earth, slipping silently down the grass, watering the tiny stems. Man’s work is finished for the day, and lights glow from the cottages and homes, beckoning their inhabitance into their security and rest. Small multi-colored lights from boats bob up and down on the water, while yard lights flicker on across the countryside, dotting the landscape with pinpoints of light. Fireflies flash their signals across the meadows and fields. It is then that our hearts turn to God, rest, and home. So are the blessings of God as they quietly seep into man’s soul, watering it with the blessings of heaven, in their quiet stillness, bringing peace, quietness, rest, and security.

As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the LORD commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.

Psalms 133:3

Part 1. To be continued…