My Will Be Done
We spend our lives chasing happiness—more money, more success, more pleasure, more control—yet somehow the appetite always survives the meal. Ecclesiastes called it vapor. Augustine called it restlessness. Tolstoy discovered that even extraordinary success couldn’t answer death. Maybe the problem isn’t that God hasn’t given us what we want. Maybe it’s that we keep praying “Thy will be done” while quietly demanding “my will be done.” Happiness comes and goes. God offers something deeper: peace.