What I'm Learning About Peace

I used to think peace came when life settled down, when the hard seasons passed, and the questions were answered. But this season has taught me otherwise.

When someone you love is ill, peace can feel difficult to reach. Concern follows you into every part of the day. Fear shows up uninvited. And some days, peace doesn’t feel natural or even fair to talk about.

I’m learning that peace doesn’t wait for circumstances to change. It meets us right where we are. Peace is not the absence of struggle, it’s the presence of God within it.

There are days when peace comes quietly, in fragments. A deep breath. A moment of clarity. A prayer whispered instead of spoken. I’m learning that God doesn’t ask me to be fearless, only faithful. To bring Him my worry instead of carrying it alone. I’m also learning to release what I cannot control. Learning being the operative word. To trust that love doesn’t require constant anxiety. That showing up, praying, and believing are enough, even when the outcome is unknown.

Scripture reminds me that peace is a gift, not something I earn. A peace that “passes understanding,” especially when understanding is what I want most. It doesn’t remove the weight, but it steadies my feet beneath it. Some days, peace feels strong. Other days, it feels borrowed, but even borrowed peace holds.

If you are walking through uncertainty, if illness, loss, or waiting has made peace feel distant, I hope you know this: you are not failing because it’s hard. God meets us in the middle of our worry, not on the other side of it.

May you feel peace today, not because everything is resolved, but because you are held. And may that be enough for this moment. I will continue to tell myself that in this season, and I am here for you in any way that I can help.

Stacy