At His Feet

It seems like my whole life I have struggled with gaining peace of mind. I have always struggled with faith, with depression, anxiety and just being able to be happy. The scripture in the lectionary this week is about a woman who fell at the feet of Jesus and begged him for help. It seems like I've always been there. The good news is that Jesus has always been there. Most of the testimonies I have to share are about those moments. Like this morning. I've felt anxious and unsettled and just tired lately. I've even struggled to know how to have my quiet time with God. And this morning I sat at the piano and decided to just play a bit. I eventually turned to one of my favorite hymns and decided to meditate on it. John Greenleaf Whittier wrote it.

Dear Lord and God of humankind, Forgive our feverish ways;
Restore to us our rightful mind, In purer lives thy ways to find.
In deeper reverence Praise.
In simple trust like thiers, who heard beside the Syrian sea
The gracious calling of the Lord, Let us, like them, without a word,
rise up and follow thee.
Oh Sabbath rest by Galilee! O calm of hills above!
Where Jesus knelt to share with thee the silence of eternity, Interpreted by love.
Drop thy still dews of quietness till all our striving cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess the beauty of thy peace.
Breathe through the heat of our desire they coolness and thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire, O still small voice of calm!

I hope heaven's joy will be not having the strife but just the peace.
I can't imagine what my life would be without the ability to throw myself at the feet of Jesus - without scripture, testimonies, camps, my church family.
It's now 8:am and I'm ready to meet this day with peace and joy.