down like an empty vessel

Heard a sister's testimony on Sunday and musing on what she shared; and still musing on another sister's walk. Both deal with the void in that space in your heart that is too small for others to see, and yet large enough that it drains the momentary happiness with which you attempt to seal it with activities and relationships and noise. Been meaning to explore the peace of God, and will do so at some point. But ultimately, I think my understanding of the peace of God is that faith will lead you to a place of stillness where that hole is not some whirlpool but rather a drain, and that this stillness is a place where for a change that feeling of nothingness, that nothing no longer hurts.