I’ve spent a good chunk of my 28+ years on this earth lot of my life on the hunt for peace. I’ve spent the duration of heart-to-hearts waiting for the feeling of an inner harmony to give me the green light to share a much-needed, “Me too, girl.” I’ve wasted away the sweetness of new relationships by looking for some sort of divine confirmation that this love was right.
I’ve gone through stages of seeking peace as a seal of approval for each and every step I take. There’ve even been seasons of my life where I’ve bought into the paralyzing lie that we all fall prey to sometimes.
If I didn’t feel peace about a decision or calling, I assumed that the decision or calling wasn’t from God.
And so, I stayed put.