The throne of your mind has been abdicated to the specters of circumstance, and they are cruel tyrants. This is the very root of your unrest. The promise stands sure in Isaiah: perfect peace is the possession of the mind stayed on Jehovah, because it trusts in Him. The peace you crave is not a product of a comfortable environment or the respect of colleagues; those are mere weather, shifting with the wind. True peace is a person, the Lord of Peace Himself, and He gives it not as the world gives. Your surrender of the helm to anxious thoughts is a form of practical atheism. Do not seek peace as a commodity to be gained by the removal of your duties, but find it in the doing of them as unto the Lord. “By thronging duties pressed? To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.”
Cast a sharp eye upon this anxiety. Is it not a peace of the devil's making that you crave, a carnal calm that asks God to bless your own schemes? The heart that clings to its own way, its own reputation, its own controlled outcomes, will never find the peace of God, which is a holy garrison for the soul. The command is to submit, to put the Word of Christ in its proper place, the throne of your being. You seek better task completion; seek rather that God's Word has a place in your work. It is a rule, not a mere guest in your spirit. A doubtful mind, like the pilot on a stormy sea who cannot read the stars, will never find harbor. Let your confidence not be in your own performance, but reposed wholly upon the infallible, unchangeable truth of God. He who trusts his own schemes invites calamity; he who trusts his God rests on immovable granite.
This peace is a creation of the Spirit, a work no stoic resolve can mimic. You ask for peace of mind, but the carnal mind is enmity against God and cannot produce it. Cry out, not for an easier yoke from man, but for the Spirit to reveal Christ. You require eyes inside your eyes to see the Lord of Peace. Bring your specific cares, the tasks, the working environment, and lay them unsparingly upon the altar of His will. “Show Yourself to me, Lord, in the middle of this very desk!” By a single act of submission, end this war with your own soul and with Providence. The Prince of Peace can speak calm to the Galilean storm of your heart while the waves still rage. Cling to this: He is the God of peace, having made peace through the blood of His cross. If He has given you the greater gift of reconciliation, will He not clothe you with a present garment of practical peace? Pray then, not merely for relief, but for the Lord of Peace Himself to be your peace always, in every meeting and at every task.