Over the past five/six years of my life, I have learned one thing about myself — I’m a restless spirit who desperately needs peace.  I live a fearful life, in doubt of the power that my God has over me and my situations I face daily.  I can’t count the number of times that I have sat in mourning, asking God to give me peace over my life.  I just expected God to supernaturally pour peace over me like syrup on pancakes, which I believe He could do at any moment He chose.

Yet, I believe God has been trying to show me something about peace in my life; that peace can be given from the Father when needed, but, also. that to have constant peace in my life is a choice.  When I begin to become troubled by the cares of the world, I choose peace.  Money is tight and how in the world are these loans going to be paid after school — I choose peace.   Relationships aren’t going how I thought they should — I choose peace.  When the world tries to give you a falsehood of peace, I choose God’s peace.  I choose the peace that Jesus left for us — Holy Spirit peace.

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid…

Peace, peace, wonderful peace.
Coming down from the Father above.
Sweep over my spirit, forever I pray.
In fathomless billows of love…