I'm convinced in my head that God is more than enough, that He truly supplies every need I have. But if you watch me live, you'll know that my heart is lagging behind.
Peace. Yes, I need peace. I want it on my own terms, so sometimes I can be heard griping that someone disturbed my peace. My peace, not His.
His peace is undisturbable. So, if my peace is disturbed, I must need to get back to His peace. Instead, I insist that peace come to me by my own plans, my own maneuvering, and sometimes, by responding without perfect love to those nearest to me.
My peace or His peace? There's no choice!