I was so in touch with it in the silence of a retreat house. It stayed with me throughout the long, solitary drive back home.

I experienced it in the lovely piano music played by a homeless man at an urban shelter. Surprisingly, it was still present when I returned home to a kitchen full of teens in the midst of a messy cookie baking project.

I continue to feel it when I take some time for prayer at night. My family makes fun of me; they're sure that I have "prayer" confused with "sleep." They don't know that there's no greater feeling of peace than dozing with God.

When have you felt God's peace lately?

If you're coming up blank, escape to a quiet place today even if it's just for a minute or two.

If you've experienced it, savor it.