Peace in His Presence


The music was playing in the car.

I was daydreaming out the window as my husband listened to the new music he’d just purchased.

Very little was said between us.


Many a night we sit on the patio.

He has his magazines and I have mine.

The candles are lit and we read.


We’ve been married almost 34 years and we are comfortable with “us”.

We enjoy the talks and the times shared, but times of quiet and peace together are blissful too.


He works from home these days.

He has for several years.

He is in his office and I am about my day to day activities.

I might be working in the yard.

I might be cooking in the kitchen (on a very rare day)…just kidding!

I might be working on a project or working on this blog.


We are together a lot.

Not necessarily laughing, though we do laugh together.

Not necessarily talking, thought believe it or not, we do talk.

Not necessarily sharing dreams or being playful with each other, though we do those things as well.


It’s his presence. I enjoy his presence.

We don’t have to be talking or laughing or sharing or dreaming.

I feel calm and secure in his presence.

There is peace in his presence.


Ofcourse, today as I write this blog would be the day that he is driving me nuts!

He keeps borrowing my phone because his is “locked up”.

These things happen right?

Life gets topsy-turvy,

But ultimately I enjoy him being around.


In Exodus 35:13, God says to Moses and His people

“My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.”


Last year at this time I was working in the far back corner of my yard.

It was early in the morning and the neighborhood was empty and quiet.

My husband was out of town on business.

A young man who I’d guess to be in his early 20’s came jogging through my neighborhood. He had no shirt, just shorts and his jogging shoes.

He jogged back along my fenced yard and commented on my landscaping. He seemed as if he wanted to linger and talk.

Here I go again with my mistrust of strangers, but my mind was racing with lines like:

“what 20 something male cares much about a person’s landscape?” and

“why on earth did he come all the way back to this corner of my yard?”

I felt unnerved.

I wanted him to just move on.

I answered a few of his questions, but coldly.


My dog was colder than me. She barked her tough bark and on he moved.


I remember clearly thinking that I wished my husband were home!

His office is just steps away from where I was working that morning.

He would have seen the interaction.

If I needed to scream, he would have heard.

He would have done his best to protect me.


There is One who desires our presence and He desires His Presence to be with us always.

He doesn’t go out of town.

He knows the motives of the heart.

He doesn’t need to second guess Himself.

He is the true protector and always in our midst.


We don’t always need to talk to Him.  He’s good with us just resting in His Presence.

We don’t always need to laugh and make sure we are entertaining Him.

Far be it!

We just have to commit to a relationship with Him.

Receive Him.

Receive the sacrifice He made when He died for our sins.

Ask Him to step into our lives that He has given us and lead us in His Ways and plans and purposes.


He is peace.

He is security.

He is trustworthy.

He is love.

In Him, there is no fear.

(and in Him, there are no annoying moments!)


Psalm 21:6

“Surely you have granted him unending blessings and made him glad with the joy of your presence.”


Psalm 89:15

“Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you, who walk in the light of your presence Lord.”


Psalm 8:30

“Then I was constantly at His side. I was filled with delight day after day, rejoicing always in His presence.”






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