Peace. Something I’ve struggled with my entire life. Anxiety has always been a road block for peace. It puts up signs and cones and patrol cars in front of it saying, “TURN AROUND! NO PEACE ALLOWED”. Anxiety hates peace, because my anxiety is kind of self centered. It has to be the center of attention all the time. And it tries so hard that 99% of the time I let it win. I stay behind the road blocks instead of breaking through them.
But recently, Jesus has been showing me signs of peace (peace signs, if you will) everywhere. From hearing something about it on the radio, to finding multiple scriptures that say the same thing: “..seek peace and pursue it”
So I started my journey to find peace. To find that crazy, stupid amount of peace that passes ALL understanding and ALL comprehension. The peace that just makes no sense. The peace Jesus had when he was just CHILLIN’, taking a nap in a boat while a roaring storm was going on all around him. That’s what I want. I want to sit in my boat and take a nap. And not be bothered by the storm because I know it will pass, like it has a thousand times before, and like it will a million times again.
So I began praying that the Lord would give me that peace, I prayed that I could nap in the storm. I prayed that peace would be in my veins, in my blood stream. I prayed that I would exude peace like warm syrup pouring from a bottle.
It’s a daily struggle though, I think it may always be. But now I know what I need to do. I know that peace is possible because He has given it to me like a Dramamine during a long, bumpy road trip.
And the cool thing about peace is that it never runs out. Peace, joy, wisdom, love, kindness, empathy, faith. It’s all there, like Jesus’ own little spiritual medicine cabinet, it’s all available to us. We just need to ask.
Psalm 34:14 “..seek peace and pursue it.”
