my thoughts move slowly
I’ve crept on a little from yesterday’s eternal anticipation
I’ve been pondering it
For thirteen and a half years now there have been tears in my life every day. Baby tears, toddler tears, childhood tears, crocodile tears and sometimes mama tears.
Imagine a day without tears.
I can’t.
Neither can I imagine a day without turmoil.
A day without a harsh word spoken.
A day without conflict.
And I don’t mean world wars or international disagreements.
I’m just referring to bickering.
I cannot envision peace.
But I have to try.
We are called to live at peace with all men as far as it is possible.
How will we do it if we don’t try?
What does peace look like?
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2 responses so far ↓
Ann @ Holy Experience // April 11, 2008 at 1:53 pm
Your words deeply resonate for me…
Blessed are the peacemakers for they will be called the sons of God.
Rach // April 11, 2008 at 6:52 pm
Ann, thanks for pointing to the way.
Especially when you are so busy.
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