Journal 2006

There are rare few days when I wake totally at peace in my heart. Usually, I have to work through a disturbing dream or some upset emotion from the day before.

I have spent a lifetime pursuing inner peace. Even as a preschooler, I felt a restlessness that I labeled as guilt. Accepting Jesus, the Prince of Peace, as my Savior helped relieve any fear of retribution, but I continued to wrestle with negative emotions. I remember in Grade 6 doing my first Scripture word study. I looked up every verse in the Bible that contained the word peace, but that information only made me long to find more answers.

Now that I’ve finally figured out how to reach a state of peace through inner healing prayer, I wonder how peace differs from joy or happiness. Supposedly, “happy” is related to circumstances, but I’m told no one can steal my joy. Happy is an emotion. Isn’t joy an emotion too? If not, what is it? Perhaps the English language is inadequate to define these three words.

I understand peace. I’m not sure I experience as much joy or happiness. The closest I come is when I witness people hear from God and see them come to peace. That gives me great joy—but that’s also “happy” to me.

An MK (Missionary Kid) I know died yesterday. His family, surely, is not happy, but I can see them experiencing peace in the midst of the pain. Can they experience joy as well in this circumstance, as they picture him in heaven?

A 2024 Update. I am in a very different place in life since I penned those thoughts in 2006. Today I rarely wake up feeling unpeaceful. I’ve come to believe that peace and joy are the same thing—they just manifest in different energy levels. I’m generally a low-energy person emotionally, so you won’t see me wildly reacting when I’m delighted, but inside, my heart may be leaping. And happy? That’s gazing at the beauty of the sky, hearing pounding rain on a hot tin roof, tasting Ethiopian injera ba wat or savoring Lindor’s dark chocolate.

Bring on the peace, joy, and happiness!