The Calm

I’ve just entered the calm. I’m not sure if it’s the calm before the storm, or maybe the eye of the storm, or even the calm right after the storm. I’m defending my thesis in just under two hours, but even typing this isn’t causing me undo concern or a flurry of nerves. I sit here in peace. I feel like I’m in the zone. I’ve reached a focused place, where yes, I can acknowledge that I have nerves, but it’s in a detached way, they (the nerves) aren’t bothering me.

John 14:1  Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me.

John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

I’m ready for this defense. I trust that God is with me. I am resting in his peace.

Ever lift Thy face upon me,
As I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ‘neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory,
Sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting;
Fill me with Thy grace.

Jesus, I am resting, resting
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.

~The Countess~


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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