Something happened in Santorini
As I look at the view, the sun's reflection over a large expanse of water, a sense of rightness fell on me. A kind of peace even when life's still full of questions.
A few days ago, upon seeing one of my Instagram posts, Pastor Lia commented that Santorini is the best place to rest your soul.
Rest for my soul.
My soul needed it. It needed Santorini.
I was exhausted and troubled. I was more restless than usual. Busy, because I didn't know whether I could cope with not being busy.
I can't even begin to describe what happened and how it happened. I think something in you changes the more you are confronted with the beauty of creation, the vastness of divine creativity.
One of the devotions I read this week stated this:
"Every concern you have, great and small, matters to the Father because you matter to the Father. Whether it pertains to your love life, your career, your marriage, your parents, your children, your finances, your education, or your appearance, bring it to him. And keep bringing it to him until you find the peace to get up off your knees and face the day, confident in the knowledge that he cares for you.
Let me assure you, your heart will always be dear to his heart."
The all powerful Creator of the universe cares about my aching heart. He cares about my drained soul.
Something happened to me in Santorini, between the sunsets and the sunrises. God took my heart apart and put it back together more whole than when it first started. He took my drained soul and made it new.
I still don't have the answers to all my questions. I'm close to celebrating yet another year of life, and I don't know what's going to happen to dreams, plans, hopes, ambitions. I don't know if I can keep disappointments, heartbreaks, fears at bay.
The good news is that peace is a stubborn pursuant, apathetic of the storms, demons, massacres. Peace doesn't care for the pressures, it will creep through the cracks and the fissures. It persists and will steadfastly stand in between this life and eternity, between hello and goodbye, between staying and leaving, between the strength to fight for people and the courage to let them go.
True peace isn't reliant on the circumstances or the personality or the expectations. True peace is a wholly other, divinely wrought knowledge that the God of the universe is in control. And he loves you.
He loves me.
I love Santorini. It's an amazingly breathtaking place. The real gem, though, is the fact that God chose that beautiful place with its awe inspiring scenery to give my soul rest. And my heart peace. I carry his peace with me, back on the ferry to the the darkness of the unknown.
So for you today, I pray peace.
[Love always, T.]