I must march for peace. Not in a city square or at the foot of a capital building, but right here in the space before me. And by “march” I mean move, one small bit at a time. I must move. God has peace waiting for me, if not out there, then in my soul. He wants me to be anxious for nothing, ready to do His good work. But how do I get from here to there, from restlessness to assuredness, from empty to filled with the Spirit? Follow Him.
When I want someone to take me somewhere, I need to follow them. I can’t say, “Take me out to eat,” and remain on the couch, expecting my house to be transformed into my favorite French restaurant on Rittenhouse Square. No, I have to dress, fix my hair, get into the car and travel highways, bridges and fast, narrow city streets. I must park, walk in and request a table for two at the window. Then I must order a beet salad, the moules-frites, and a glass of the house red wine. Then I will have dinner at my favorite restaurant.
God could transport me to that restaurant in an instant, bread waiting on the table. Why doesn’t He? I do not know. Perhaps there is something He wants to show me on the way. How loved I am by my friend who gave me the shirt I wear. How comforted I am that my husband provides safe vehicles for us. How blessed I am by the hostess who spoke just the words I needed to hear. How He cares for me and has blessed me in so many ways. It’s important that I be willing to walk everywhere with God. He always leads me to still waters. He leads my soul to peace.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day, they pour forth speech, night after night they display knowledge. Psalm 19:1-2
Meeting God at the Park 