Sometimes God’s peace sneaks in through a song on a late drive home.

Relief rarely arrives at the scheduled time. You can sit down to sort yourself out and feel nothing, then be handed a strange settled calm in the car at eleven at night with the radio on. Comfort is not a reward for doing the exercise correctly. It shows up sideways, often once you have stopped bracing for it.

When one of those moments comes this week, do not talk over it. Let the song finish and stay in the car a minute longer. If nothing has come for a while, keep taking the ordinary drives anyway, since these things tend to find you in motion rather than in waiting.