Peace

She Reads Truth: Give Thanks, Day 4

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.

~John14:27

... The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

~Philippians4:5-7

peace

 [pees] noun, :: freedom of the mind from annoyance, distraction, anxiety, anobsession, etc.; tranquillity; serenity.

Abba Father,

You are the giver of peace, the freedom of all anxiety and worry. You call for trust and the cessation of my war with the universe. 

I am finite in everything, my strength, my knowledge, my future, my family, all that I am in contact with is massively overwhelmingly bigger than me. I am at war with time, with sickness, with my child, with other people, with money, with my to do list, with politics, everything around me takes all of me and consumes my mind. And I am anxious over many things. 

But The Lord, my Lord, is at hand. 

Against all my strife and anxiety and worry and above all the areas that I am finite, Jesus stands infinite. You are all strength, all knowledge, all knowing and all seeing; you are The Lord of History and king of ages. You work all things for good. You hold me. You love me. You promise hope and joy and salvation. And you offer me peace. 

"Cast your burdens, Daughter. Cast them on me. I can carry them all." 

"But what about my son, my husband, my health, my future, my family, my to do list, my safety, my ... "

"Hannah, Hannah, you are worried and anxious over many things. But only one thing is necessary." 

One thing: I have peace with God because Jesus stopped all hostility, paid all my debts, satisfied all of God's wrath, and begot restoration. And because I have peace with God, I can have the peace of God. I can cast all my burdens, all my worries, all my anxieties, on Him, because He cares for me. 

You care for me, Lord. You give me peace. And I can cast all, everything I have and don't have and worry about and fight for and fight with, I can cast all on You. With thanksgiving! Thanksgiving! With joy! With the delight of a free woman! No more chains, no more weights on my soul, no more fears holding me down. You have given me peace. It is well with my soul. 

When peace like a river attendeth my way

When sorrows like seabillows roll

Whatever my lot, you have taught me to say

It is well, it is well with my soul

Though Satan should buffet, though trial should come

Let this blest assurance control

That Christ has regarded my helpless estate

And He shed His own blood for my soul

You have made it well with my soul

To this blissful trust I will hold

You looked upon my helplessness

My dispondant state, my circumstance

And you have made it well with my soul

My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought,

My sin, not the part but the whole,

Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more

Praise The Lord! Praise The Lord Oh my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight

The clouds be rolled back like a scroll

The trumpet shall sound, and my Lord shall descend

Even so it is well with my soul!

You have made it well with my soul

To this blissful trust I will hold

You looked upon my helplessness,

My despondent state, my circumstance

And you have made it well with my soul

With my soul!

~by Horatio Spafford, add'l words by Chris Flannigan