Another way to say it would be in the language of Psalm 23, “He leads me beside quiet waters and green pastures. He restores my soul.”
On a recent solo trip into the Collegiate Peaks wilderness I experienced days of quiet and beauty. Mts. Harvard and Columbia were great, but the best was found in the peace and quiet that saturated my soul. I spent hours just resting, enjoying the views and appreciating the riot of fall colors, the bubbling mountain stream and the high mountain meadow.
Quiet can be found anywhere if we are willing to look for it. In the pre-dawn or late night peace or through an intentional walk around the block we can find room to take a breath, collect ourselves and listen for the still, quiet voice of the Great Shepherd. We are never alone as “the Lord our Peace,” said He will never leave us.