I have learned that peace is not a constant. Or, rather, I have been reminded that peace is not a constant. There’s an ebb and a flow, just as in everything else. When tears start to flow, as they will, or when anxiety starts to build, as it does, I end up feeling, for just a bit, as if I’ve failed in my journey for peace.
Then, as tears slow and anxiety lowers itself to a more tolerable level, logic sets in. And laughter rolls.
It helps when I realize that my peace is not contingent upon the actions and reactions of others. I know that I’ve been talking a lot about faith as of late. But it’s where I am in my journey. I’d appreciate if you didn’t sue me. I find myself thinking this Prayer for Peace when my resolve toward being peaceful seems to crumble.
O God, you will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are fixed on you; for in returning and rest we shall be saved; in quietness and trust shall be our strength.
— Isaiah 26:3; 30:15
I found it awhile back on a page that listed various prayers for peace, including the serenity prayer. That, as well, has taught me that I don’t have control over much more than myself. I am prone to anxiety, genetics working against me. The edgy, tingly part of me doesn’t magically disappear, especially in difficult situations. Yet, reciting that bit and remembering to focus, first and foremost, on God really brings me back to where I need to be. My problems aren’t magically solved. People who hurt me don’t go up in a puff of smoke. My living room is still cluttered with toys as I write this piece.
But…
In quietness and strength. In returning and rest. Perfect peace. Yes please.