There’s a scene in Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader where the children, Edmund and Lucy, are in their cousin’s room admiring a painting and it suddenly comes alive. This beautiful framed painting of a ship on an open sea begins to splash and the winds begin to blow, as the ocean fills the room. Carrying the children, and their cousin, into another land.
See the clip here. https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=narnia+voyage+of+the+dawn+treader+scene+painting+floods&view=detail&mid=7C6BA2B19B7EECC714097C6BA2B19B7EECC71409&FORM=VIRE
That scene is very much like a moment in my life just a few years ago.
John and I were suddenly pregnant after years of infertility, surprisingly and unexpectedly. We had great appointments every two weeks and then our doctor was satisfied that we could see him again in four weeks. We were excited. It was the end of the first trimester. We had just announced to our family, friends, church, all of Facebook on Father’s Day that we were expecting. I felt good. It was an exciting time.
We went in for our twelve week appointment, making plans for a lunch date afterwards. As I lay on the exam table for the ultrasound, the room was dark, and our doctor was making small talk. John was holding my hand. I could see our baby on the screen.
But something wasn’t right. The doctor went silent. The tension filled the room like a toxic gas that took away my breath. He kept moving over the same area, again and again with the ultrasound wand.
My memory is fuzzy, but I recall him whispering, “Tiffany, I’m sorry. The baby has no heartbeat.”
That’s when it happened…the scene from the movie.
Our beautiful picture began to flood over me, washing away all of my excitement. The room began to fill with emotional floodwaters, drowning me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I was crying, but I don’t remember what I said. The doctor was telling us something, but I couldn’t hear.
But deep down inside, there was this indescribable peace. It was this small, dim light within my heart. It’s what helped me go through the motions of the next several hours. It’s where I heard the song “Blessed be your name. . .” playing ever so softly in my in my head.
That dim light of peace was nothing but the presence of God. I could have easily extinguished that with my own natural reactions to our situation.
The book of Isaiah in Scripture has many verses about peace. Isaiah 26:3 promises that God will “keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast because they trust in you.”
When we continue to trust in God and keep our minds steadfast, God will maintain that peace in our hearts.
And even when “mountains are shaken, I will not remove my peace from you” Isaiah 54:10.
God is a God of Peace. Even when our worlds are shaken and the flood waters rise. When everything comes crashing down around us, his peace will remain in us.
I know that I need that reminder during other trials and I pray that you will find it, also.
God of Peace, I ask that you surround your daughter in peace during her storm. Whatever trial she is facing, whatever overwhelms her, I pray that she remains steadfast in her mind, and that holds on to the peace that still shines in her heart. Amen.