pressure or peace? peace, please

Yesterday I felt like an unopened two-litre of coke that had been thrown down, kicked around a little, and shaken a few times just for good measure. The pressure was so great, and at the slightest hint of a twist of the cap, I was sure there was going to be a great explosion.

Today there remains an underlying current of carbonation bubbling up from the depths of my insides, but thankfully the bulk of the pressure seems to have diffused.

Instead, my goal is to replace the penetrating pressure for a permeating peace. You know, the kind of peace that cannot be learned nor fabricated. The kind of peace that you can just see on a person's face once they've received and accepted it.

It is the peace that transcends understanding, and comes from only One source: the speaker of John 14:27 --

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."

And because I am a song person, I'll add this as well:

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.