Breath of Peace- in midst of Chaos

It started out being one of those hectic, pulling out your hair kind of days. From waking up late, to my car doors being frozen to forgetting my homework at home. But, as I jumped in my car, taking the few moments I had to breath a song came on Air1. I began to sing the lyrics, "Hold on, when everything is shaking, stand strong when the ground is falling through. Reach out to my hand in the darkness that's holding you. I'll be your peace in the waiting. Your strength when your broken on the floor, it's all worth fighting for cuz' I will never let you go."
As the verse began to roll around for the second time, I decided not to sing, but to simply listen. How glad I am, for God has blessed me with such a simple reminder. As I breathed in deeply, I began to thank God for all He has done in my life. I thanked Him for the days of peace, but I thanked him also for the days of such chaos that I have found to also be so bittersweet.
For so long I had begun to spiral into a downfall of busyness. Work, studying, sleeping- running all around. My faith was drying out, and I was losing the trust I had that God has everything in control. He knows the plans he has for me, and this promise I realized I no longer was believing. The 5 minute car ride to the school became a time of repentance, blessings and peace. God is always ready to fill us up with His promises & love, all one must do is ask.
All through the day I remained reflective on how thankful I am that God knows the ins and outs of my heart. No matter where I am in life, whether that be jumping into my car in the morning or when I'm curling up to bed at night. I am thankful that He always is there to listen, to Love and to be my one and only everlasting Father.

The Lord will work out the plans for my life, for your faithful love oh Lord, endures forever. Don't abandon me, for you made me. -Psalm 183:8

Whether you lead me to the depths of despair or the highest heights of all- Lord I pray that if you do not come, please don't send me. Where I go, you must go also- for without you, my steps would falter and I would grow weak. How I love you, God.

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