On the Hunt

Searching for that peace that surpasses   all understanding. 


Don’t let despair capture me please. 


I need to know you are there Jesus. 


Standing right beside me always. 


Never letting me go. 


Holding me forever in your warm loving  strong arms. 


Why do I search for peace elsewhere?


I know deep in my broken heart I will never find the peace I seek, I so desperately need, anywhere else but in your precious presence. 


Heaven. 


So why do I even try?


Will I ever learn that true peace only comes from you my sweet Jesus?


Will I  ever learn my lesson and stop trying to find the answer to my misery in this insane upside down world?


This never ending carousel. 


Why can’t I see that peace can never be found in this reality?


I should know by now I will never find the answer in another. 


I don’t like who I turn into when I try. 


Desperation. 


When I give into their charms. 


Their promises. 


Their lies. 


I despise myself in these times. 


Help me Jesus please to find the kind of peace I need in you. 


Only you. 


Please. 







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