Joey walked into the small café in Kentucky and immediately spotted Noelle and Dallas seated near the window. Morning light streamed through the glass and stretched shadows across the table.
A familiar feeling quietly tugged at Joey's heart.
The desire to remain needed.
The fear of distance.
The pressure to keep everyone close.
Conversation flowed naturally over coffee and laughter, though Joey noticed his thoughts moving elsewhere.
Questions silently followed him.
Those words followed Joey once again.
Later that evening Joey sat quietly beneath the fading sky and prayed:
Warm peace quietly settled over him.
Joey finally understood something important.
Peace was never the absence of storms.
Peace was the presence of Jesus.