"We wait for peace, to no avail..."
Life sometimes feels like this, doesn't it? I always think that the reason I am lacking peace comes from the outside. Whenever I feel that nagging anxiety rear it's ugly head, the first thing I do is try to figure out what is causing it. I always come up with wonderfully creative answers; it's the way sister so and so spoke to me this morning, it's stomachache from dinner last night, it's the sister who keeps moving around in front of me and distracting me from prayer, and on and on and on...
Really though, it is always me that causes me to lack peace. Sure, those outside things are related, but they aren't the root. The root is that I am waiting for peace from the world, which I will never get. I'm waiting for peace to come from something I do, something of which I am in control. There will never be peace in those things. I know that on an intellectual level but I have spiritual amnesia and every time God teaches me this lesson I forget and have to start over again.
It is scary how far along I can get sometimes without bringing this to Him. And then it happens... I mess up! And usually I mess up pretty big. Then I think, "Peace, what's peace?" All the sudden it seems futile to continue to try to be holy, to be prayerful, to be charitable because there is no hope. I depended on me, and I failed.
That is why God is so good... even though I do this over and over and over again (and it is one of my greatest faults) He is still there waiting to give the peace that I have been refusing. This peace always involves a true show of myself to Him and to everyone around me and unfortunately I don't always look my best. His grace heals all that though and as hard as it is, I get back up and keep on walking. Each time I hope it won't happen again, but it always does.... I guess I haven't learned humility yet.
But it is a learning process, and only good things come from God so I am convinced that peace will come and God is here.