I remember singing this song as a child…
I've got the peace that passes understanding
Down in my heart,(where?)
Down in my heart, (where?)
Down in my heart,
I've got the peace that passes understanding
Down in my heart, (where?)
Down in my heart to stay.
And I read the following Bible verses, verses that I've shared with many people who have faced sorrow in their lives… as I hoped to bring them a measure of peace by reminding them that God alone has the ability to bring us peace that we can't comprehend.
Php 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
Php 4:7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
The peace that passes understanding. Truly, it really does passes our ability to understand. To understand the intricacies of the peace of God is something out of our reach. To know that the peace we cannot comprehend will keep our hearts and our minds through Christ Jesus, this is a promise we need to cling very tightly to. I need to cling to this. I am to pray, to plead, to thank, God.
When the peace of my own comprehension eludes me, I know God's peace is so much greater than any I could produce on my own.
We are told…
Isa 41:10 Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
Joh 14:27 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
My heart has been filled with fear, my heart has been troubled beyond any doubt. A loved one dying spins the world around and around until nothing seems normal, and everything is a dizzying spiraling out of grief. However…
… as the fear filled me, as my heart swelled with trouble… there came the knowledge of the Peace of my Savior. This peace that passes my ability to understand isn't the peace that means I won't ever fear or be troubled, that I won't grieve, but rather when these things threaten to overwhelm me I can cling to my Savior, I can seek Him for help. And He tells me that I will be held by Him, that my future in Him will be one with no fear one day. He's explained to me that my treasures must be in heaven, eternity is where there is hope. I can't expect my sorrow to end here, there is too much evil in the world wreaking havoc all around us. We are told how awful the last days before Christ's return would be, there will be cause for great grief. Jesus wept for those He knew were choosing death over eternal life, we weep for the world with Him.
The peace that passes understanding, is a deep peace within my heart put there by Jesus, even as I cry. I cry, but I know peace beyond the noise. The sound of my breaking heart isn't the sound of shattered oblivion but rather the gentle splitting to reveal an inner heart of Jesus' peace. That is the peace that passes any understanding. So if I appear disheveled by tear stains, eyes swimming in the deepest pool of grief, or have a brow furrowed, a face etched deeply with lines of pain- there is still a peace that lives beneath the surface of my very real, very visible broken heart, that peace is Jesus.
I've got the peace that passes understanding
Down in my heart,(where?)
Down in my heart, (where?)
Down in my heart,
I've got the peace that passes understanding
Down in my heart, (where?)
Down in my heart to stay.
And I read the following Bible verses, verses that I've shared with many people who have faced sorrow in their lives… as I hoped to bring them a measure of peace by reminding them that God alone has the ability to bring us peace that we can't comprehend.
Php 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
Php 4:7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
The peace that passes understanding. Truly, it really does passes our ability to understand. To understand the intricacies of the peace of God is something out of our reach. To know that the peace we cannot comprehend will keep our hearts and our minds through Christ Jesus, this is a promise we need to cling very tightly to. I need to cling to this. I am to pray, to plead, to thank, God.
When the peace of my own comprehension eludes me, I know God's peace is so much greater than any I could produce on my own.
We are told…
Isa 41:10 Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
Joh 14:27 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
My heart has been filled with fear, my heart has been troubled beyond any doubt. A loved one dying spins the world around and around until nothing seems normal, and everything is a dizzying spiraling out of grief. However…
… as the fear filled me, as my heart swelled with trouble… there came the knowledge of the Peace of my Savior. This peace that passes my ability to understand isn't the peace that means I won't ever fear or be troubled, that I won't grieve, but rather when these things threaten to overwhelm me I can cling to my Savior, I can seek Him for help. And He tells me that I will be held by Him, that my future in Him will be one with no fear one day. He's explained to me that my treasures must be in heaven, eternity is where there is hope. I can't expect my sorrow to end here, there is too much evil in the world wreaking havoc all around us. We are told how awful the last days before Christ's return would be, there will be cause for great grief. Jesus wept for those He knew were choosing death over eternal life, we weep for the world with Him.
The peace that passes understanding, is a deep peace within my heart put there by Jesus, even as I cry. I cry, but I know peace beyond the noise. The sound of my breaking heart isn't the sound of shattered oblivion but rather the gentle splitting to reveal an inner heart of Jesus' peace. That is the peace that passes any understanding. So if I appear disheveled by tear stains, eyes swimming in the deepest pool of grief, or have a brow furrowed, a face etched deeply with lines of pain- there is still a peace that lives beneath the surface of my very real, very visible broken heart, that peace is Jesus.