This is something I struggle with ALL the time. When things are coming down fast in a seemingly never-ending boxing ring – I often forget all about Jesus promise until I finally catch some quiet at night. I was once very very sick. Doctors were running out of answers, and I had long lost hope. The soul-crushing agony was a daily emotion. Peace was the last thing I felt. I was angry, I was scared, and I was exhausted. Sometimes the only time I ever got any relief emotionally – was when I prayed and remembered who was in control.

It is VERY hard for me to remember this at times. I’m not a prayer warrior but I do believe in the power of prayer and asking for peace. Often, I still find myself asking for peace because I fail to fix a situation or solve a problem in the way I’d like to. Some of the happiest people I think I have ever met – were the ones who had Jesus’s peace. Even when there seemed like there was none left.