Peace

A mantra has been repeating, 

sweetly, 

serenely as of late,

I find myself dwelling more deeply on the promises each day.

Peace like a river.

Bubbling, rippling, flowing.

Inwards, outwards, watering, refreshing.

From Philippians 4.

The author writes while imprisoned,

"I've learned the secret of being content in any and every circumstance,

whether well fed or hungry,

whether living in plenty or in want..."

And how our stories could all add to these descriptors...

in bright morning of well-rested enthusiasm,

and in the dreary clouds of drained exhaustion,

in the romance of fresh budded love and passion,

and in the darkness, when we find ourselves trudging in existence beside a spouse,

in the harmony of excitement and anticipation,

and through deflated hopes, 

in the color and the grays,

I know we've all found ourselves in each of these moments,

and we've pressed through one obstacle, we've secured one decision 

often to walk only steps before facing another.

Here is the secret.

"I can do all this

through

Him

who gives me

strength."

And so,

with this secret 

this promise

secured

may we

ripple on in choices of peace today.