Coming Home Without Find Home

When I came home, I thought I was coming home.
I sought peace, but found pressure.
I needed order, but found chaos.
I saw what needed to be done, and I tried to do it.
I couldn’t do it.
I tried so hard to fix it.
I can’t fix it.

When I came home, I needed rest,
Instead I found toil.
I seek rest, but cannot find it.

A Prayer:
Take my fragmented heart, and mend it together, oh gracious God.
Grant rest to a very weary servant.
Grant me wisdom for my path, and peace for my heart, that I might live in your peace all my days.
I would rather be anything and be happy in you than an over stressed person whose wishes were granted.
Help me to find peace. Help me to find you.
To seek you and to seek peace is one and the same.