Where I live, I usually expect to hear a little white noise every time I step outside my front door. See a pretty major road runs just along the side of our house. Some days the white noise has dimension, like during rush hour. Other days, we’ll hear the buzz of a speeding motor cycle for miles.
But this lovely spot, Camp Davis, nestled on the edge of a gorgeous valley in New Mexico, has its own brand of white noise.
I sit here on a rough-hewn porch outside the “Big House,” a circa 1900 adobe with 18-inch-thick walls, beautifully restored. And the breeze keeps the pines that surround me stirred up. I think about a line from an old song about the breeze whispering through the trees. These trees don’t whisper. They actually roar like fans filling Ranger stadium.
And every now and then, a huge gust will streak through the valley. If it comes off the mountain behind me, I’m totally sheltered by the house and just enjoy the music. But occasionally it whips down from the other end of the valley and chills me a bit. Can’t believe I left upper 80s back in Dallas. Got up to ice on the back porch this morning.
When I say music, I’m totally serious. God’s own orchestration. The underlying beat of the wind in the trees, punctuated by hummingbirds wings as they fly in and out. Any number of a variety of song birds chirping away. Squirrels snapping at each other. A wood pecker filling in yet another layer of percussion. And the laughter of a stream trickling over rocks to the pond next to me. I’ve even gotten a cymbal blast as a fish jumped a minute ago.
Sound amazing? Trust me, it is. But it occurs to me, that even in a place so calm, laid back, and slow, there isn’t peace unless there’s peace in the heart.
“Peace I leave you, My peace I give you. Not as the world gives do I give you.” (John 14:27) Christ encouraged us with the promise of His peace, the kind that isn’t contingent on where we are or what we’re doing. And the kind that won’t leave. Whether I’m sitting in a valley that I swear is a little piece of heaven, or standing in line at a grocery store.
But for now, I’m going to enjoy this little slice of heaven. (And if you’re looking for a family vacation spot, check out the link, if nothing else than to see all of the beautiful pictures!)