The Peace which Passeth all Understanding

If you follow European news, you might have heard already that Portugal was part of a massive blackout this past Monday. So that is my excuse for not sending an email 2 weeks in a row. 


Though the blackout ended up being harmless, it was scary as a missionary. We were told that Portugal had been cyberattacked. We were given instructions to go to the chapel immediately and make sure that we had a supply of food and water. The markets were crowded with people stocking up on water jugs, bread and toilet paper(pois) Our phones lost service so after recieving the emergency text, we had no idea what was going on. From the talk of people on the street and the members who stopped by the church, this was the start of war. 

Obviously that was a little dramatic. But with all the panic and the lack of information, it felt real. Even so, we weren't that scared. Definitely had a little anxiety but overall we were blessed with a peace that my companion quotes as "the peace of God which passeth all understanding"(Philippians 4:7)

I have been thinking about this peace that God offers and how we can get access to it. Here are some of my thoughts.

There is confidence in making and living covenants. Though I am completely and painfully imperfect, I have strived to live up to my covenants. I have been washed in the blood of Chirst over and over again and He has made me clean. For now. We will see what happens tomorrow. That's the thing about preparing for the Second Coming. It is not a one time, check it off the list kind of thing. It's an ongoing process that was designed to change us and help us become perfect. When the day comes that Christ once agains returns to the earth, He will be looking for changed hearts, not perfect hestte. 

There is peace in turning outwards. I dont usually t hink of service=peace but it makes sense to me. What better way to forget about your own anxieties than to focus on somone else with theirs. During the darkness of the blackout, we were blessed to be vessels of Christ's light. We offered prayers and we shared scriptures. Walking to the church, we found empty liter bottles that we filled up with water to give away. 

I am out of time but I hope that with whatever battle you are fighting this week, you can find peace. 
Love 
Sis Greer 

















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