Psalm 46:7 is a great granite boulder of truth, and you do well to build your house upon it. The Lord of Hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Let this fact toll like a deep bell in your heart, silencing every other clangor. Your prayer pleads for calm in the loud, busy, and frightening hours, and rightly so, yet see to it that your plea rises from a settled mind. It is the mind which is the main thing, it will bring you daylight or midnight, wealth or poverty, peace or war. You will be kept in perfect peace, peace, peace, not a mere cessation of noise, but a positive, double-pressed peace, when your mind is stayed upon Him because you trust in Him. That trust is not merely saying the words, but leaning your whole weight upon the Invisible Arm.
You seek a fortress, a strong tower, a guard for your worried thoughts. Then take the key given to you. God’s thoughts toward His people are always thoughts of peace. He is at peace with them through the atoning blood of Jesus Christ. He seeks their peace, He creates their peace, He sustains their peace. The noise within is often the clatter of our own unsubdued wills. If your will is brought to your circumstances, and better still, if your will is brought to delight in God’s will, then the fangs of the serpent are extracted. The sorrow is sucked out of the sorrow by the lips of acquiescence. Cease from the anxiety that unfits you to meet the difficulty; go and do the right thing, and then leave the result with God. You have nothing to do with that, that is His business.
Do not merely ask to be covered with strength as a cloak while the heart remains restless. Does your conscience whisper of sins unconfessed, of an inner war with God’s Law? The blood of Jesus whispers peace within. Look there. There upon the inaccessible rock stands the City of Peace, its quiet walls gleaming in the sunlight. A Believer dwells on the heights, his life is hid with Christ in God. The storm within is hushed into a deep calm when we have once seen our Lord and yielded our hearts to Him. Let the love of God’s Word, a real awe and delight in it as greater spoil than gold, be the atmosphere of your soul. To do the will of Jesus, this is rest. Let your prayer be answered not merely in a passing feeling, but in a present possession of that great peace which can exist when strife rages all around, secured by the covenant of mercy that shall never be removed.