The noise of a coming eviction is enough to chase sleep from a man’s eyes and set the heart knocking against the ribs. You go over the crooked figures again and again, you see the records that do not match, you know the truth of the thing, and yet the threat still hangs there, a dark cloud that will not budge. All the while your spirit cries, “Peace! Give me peace in this great storm!”
Come, then, and let us speak of it together for a few minutes. I do not dismiss the weight of it, a roof over your head is a mercy, and the fear of losing it is a bitter cup. But I would have you lift your eyes to a higher tenancy. There is a Landlord who holds the title-deed to your very breath. This earthly house of sticks and stone is not your truest dwelling. You are a tenant-at-will in this body and in this world, and the whole estate belongs to the Lord who made you. He it is who keeps the particles of your body from crumbling back to dust, and He it is who numbers the hairs of your head. No crooked landlord can tear up the lease your God has written for you in the blood of the Lord Jesus. If He permits you to be shifted from one lodging to another, still He will go with you, and He has prepared for you a mansion not made with hands, eternal, unmortgaged, unmovable in the heavens. The threat that rattles your windowpane tonight is not the final word.
And those false records? I know they stab at you like a dirty knife. To be accused by untrue figures is a pain that goes deep into an honest heart. But remember this: you do not need to justify yourself before the bar of heaven. Your own mouth would fail you if you tried to weave a righteousness out of your own neat accounts. Christ has answered for you; His blood has blotted out a debt that makes any arrears of rent look like a vanishing mist. When a soul has peace with God through Jesus Christ, it does not need to writhe under every false charge that men may scribble on paper. The quiet stream of a clean conscience flows from the fountain of peace with the Almighty. Let them write what they will, God knows the truth, and His court is the only one that echoes into eternity.
Now, what are you to do in the meanwhile? Your mind is thronged with duties, phone calls to make, papers to gather, words to speak, the next move of the opposing side to dread. All of it presses in at once, like a mob rushing a narrow gate. In such a crush the soul grows weary and then worried. A good man once wrote, and I have proved it true a hundred times:
“When obstacles and trials seem
Like prison walls to be,
I do the little I can do,
And leave the rest to Thee.”
There is your peace. Do the honest, immediate thing set before you. Meet the requirement, give the straight answer, file the right paper; and when you have done all, roll the great bundle of the impossible onto the Lord’s broad shoulders. He can untangle what you cannot unknot. The will of Jesus for you in this hour is not that you should fret yourself into an early grave, but that you should trust Him, act uprightly, and then sleep like a weaned child. True peace is not the stagnation of a mind that pretends there is no danger; it is a river, flowing, alive, often assaulted by storms yet ever kept full from the deep springs of God. It is the peace of the Lord Jesus, who stood before Pontius Pilate as calm as a summer morning, because He had already placed everything into His Father’s hands.
Let the worst come, then. What if you must walk out of those doors? The Lord who is your shepherd will not leave you to wander without pasture. He who feeds the ravens will not let His child go hungry. The earthly house of this tabernacle, after all, is a flimsy tent; it will be folded up one day in any case. But you have a better hope, a peace that is no empty feeling built upon a fair-weather sky, but a peace anchored in the finished work of Christ. When the blood of Jesus whispers, “Peace, perfect peace,” the loudest threats of man drop to a whisper themselves.
Let us pray together now.
Lord Jesus, Prince of Peace, You see the tempest that has broken over Your child’s head. You know every dishonest entry, every untrue word, every hidden design. Bring the truth into the light in Your own wise time. But before that, even before that, grant the still and quiet confidence that comes from knowing that You are near. When fears crowd in, speak Your “Peace, be still” to the raging of this heart. Hold up the stumbling feet; let them not be ashamed of their hope in You. Provide, protect, and undertake. And if it please You, turn this storm into a calm so plain that even onlookers must say, “This is the Lord’s doing.” In all things, unto You we commit spirit, body, and estate, for time and for eternity. Amen.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
