The pleading of a mother’s heart rises like incense before the throne, and He who stilled the tempest with a word delights to give His own peace. Not the false calm of a slumbering conscience, nor the lull that Satan whispers to the secure, but peace, perfect peace, flowing from the pierced hands of Christ. You have asked for that peace to saturate your son, and the promise stands sure: “You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.” That peace is not a fleeting emotion but the very repose of Christ Himself, given to the troubled spirit.
The agitation and confusion you witness are but the surface waves of a deeper need, rest for the soul that can only be found in Jesus. He is our peace, not our prayers nor our wrestlings, though they be earnest. Oh, lay hold of this: the blood of Jesus whispers peace within, even when all without is turmoil. As you plead that precious blood over your son, you are standing on the one ground where God’s non-remembrance of sin shines brightest. The Father sees the Son, and the storm is hushed. On Jesus’ bosom nothing but calm is found, even with sorrows surging round, even when dear ones are far away in spirit or mind. In Jesus’ keeping we are safe, and they.
Do not seek peace as a separate gift; seek Christ, and peace will come as surely as the dawn follows the night. Many vex their hearts trying to feel peace, but peace in believing is the divine order. Faith brings a filling peace, a well-founded peace, for it rests on God’s testimony concerning His Son. Pray then with holy confidence, not looking at the waves, but at Him who walked upon them. Entrust your son, his mind, his food, his day, into those same hands that hold the stars in their courses. Let this be your song: “Peace, perfect peace! By thronging duties pressed? To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.” Whether he be calm or agitated, the Lord will bless His people with peace. That peace is deeper than the noiseless sea, a holy calm that the world cannot give and cannot steal.
Yet watch against the enemy’s counterfeit. There is a peace of the devil, a stupefaction of the soul that says, “Peace, peace,” where there is no peace. The true peace is wrought by the Spirit through the blood of the cross, and it ever humbles the heart while it comforts. If any fear or darkness lingers, it is not because Christ’s peace is insufficient, but because the eye has wandered from Him. Return, then, to the cross again and again. He is our peace, not our frames, not our feelings, but Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today, and forever. As you confess your trust in Him, you claim the sign that God dwells in you and you in God. And surely, that indwelling God will guard your son, hedged about by angels and shielded by the full armor of light. No weapon formed against him shall prosper, for the Lord has blessed His people with peace. Go now in that peace, and let it possess your waiting heart.
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. 
