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You truly understand this quote if you live in a multi-cat household.  They aren’t at war but one of them is sitting on your lap, tensely eye-balling another cat across the room.  There’s one on the back of the sofa, tail twitching.  The third might be oblivious.  Or she might be sitting beside the water bowl. She looks peaceful, but really?  She’ll chase off anything feline that gets too near her water.

Peace is most definitely not the opposite of war.  But just what peace is can vary by person and by situation.

Sometimes peace is quiet, serene.  It is a moment to simply be.

Sometimes peace is a lull.  It is the time it takes to sip a cup of coffee while you gather yourself for the day.

Sometimes peace is more active.  It is working to provide a place of safety for those who have known violence and strife. It requires creating balance and seeking justice.

Peace. It seems like such a simple word and sometimes it is simple, but not always.  What does it mean to you?



By nature, I’m a “prepare for the worst, hope for the best” kind of person.  On a good day, I manage to believe peace is possible.  Here’s hoping and praying for a good day…



Peace and passion.  Can you have both?  It’s something I’ve found myself wondering lately.

Passion drives you forward.  Peace allows you to be calm.

At first the two sound contradictory but I think it is a matter of balance.  Your life’s work.  Using the gifts God has given you.  Those require passion, energy and drive.

But we also need to recharge.  That requires peace, the ability to breathe deeply, and simply be.

I’m not going to tell you that this balance comes easily to me, but I am trying. Some days peace actually comes to me for a few moments.  I’m hoping that today is one of those days.




Advent.  Often time we think of this as the season of peace.  But how good are we at seeking out peace?

If you spend any time on social media, you see plenty of evidence that we’d rather be right.  After all, we could scroll on past whatever offends us.  Instead, we stop and pick a fight.  As if anyone’s mind was ever changed by an argument on Facebook.

I’m not saying that we should let injustice go unchecked.  But there’s a huge difference between not picking an argument and enabling injustice.

Maybe just maybe this is a good season to relearn the difference.



I have to admit that this one really speaks to me.  I have a friend who suffers from clinical depression.

I know that some people don’t appreciate that wording — suffer from clinical depression — but I choose it very deliberately.  Someone who has clinical depression suffers with it.  But so do the people around them. We think of depression as something that makes a person quiet and withdrawn.  But that’s often not the case with women who are clinically depressed.  They are angry. They strike out.  They create a great deal of discord.

And if that isn’t bad enough, they seem to relish it.  “Look at the reaction I got from her!”

Whether you are in the orbit of someone who has depression or anger issues or something else altogether, it is easy to lose touch with your inner peace.  It gets submerged in the fury of emotions and hurts.

To regain this peace, spend some quiet time with God.  Take a deep breath and let it out.  Then take another.

As you breathe in, picture God’s light filling your heart.  As you breathe out, imagine turmoil flowing out and away.  In comes peace.  Out flows anger.

Peace doesn’t come easily.  You have to seek it out.



Of course, I can’t find where I read it now that I want to share it with you.  But yesterday I read an interview (or something) with Martin Luther King Jr.  He discussed the idea that riots are the language of the unheard.  He explained that society needs to question not just the rioters but why the majority refuses to hear what is being said any other way.

Yes, we need peace. King never backed down from the idea that peaceful protest was best.  But he also understood why people riot.

Understanding.  It requires listening.  That means he listened to the people he disagreed with.

This is definitely something we all need to learn to do.  How can you truly serve Christ if you cannot hear.  How can you walk in his ways of peace?





This is a tough one.  From my local community to book club meetings, I hear people talking about wanting peace, wanting things to be better.  Then in the next breath they want to put someone “in their place.”

Peace.  It has to be more than a buzz word.  And it has to be for everyone in every place.


A friend is going through a divorce, and I felt for her right away. I’ve been through it, and it’s not easy. I’ve thought about what to say to encourage her, and decided that it wouldn’t help to go into detail about my own saga. It boils down to one thing.

If it didn’t stay, it wasn’t a blessing.

Better days are ahead instead.

A man can leave, taking away the blessing of an intact family.

But my son is a blessing that stayed. My dog (God rest) was a blessing that stayed. My humble/wonderful house is a blessing that stayed. Even my car (despite five recalls, still running – knock wood) is a blessing that stayed.

There’s something else that happens when you go through dark nights of the soul. Once you get to the other side, you really appreciate the good things and kindred spirits that stayed in your life. And you find that those hardships helped you earn your stripes in the boot camp of life.

Peace of mind is a blessing I earned. A positive attitude is a blessing I earned. This unwavering laser focus on what’s beautiful, uplifting, encouraging, magnificent, fantabulous in life. It’s all good. All the time.

I didn’t have it in those tumultuous times during a stormy marriage, or a job that sucked the life out of me, or situations that weren’t good for me.

In days past, I didn’t fully appreciate the simple blessings in life, like a beautiful sunrise. A peaceful home. Food on the table. Restful sleep. Friends you can count on. A cat on the couch.

Take the “no” out of nostalgia and put the “yes” in yesterday. If it brings you down to think of the pain of the past, put it behind you. Let it go. Move forward. Trust that God knows what He’s doing.

There are things that happen in a lifetime, but a good life is built on the good in life.

And no matter that the storms may come. Remind yourself: you don’t live under a dark cloud. You live under the silver lining.


Have a Mary Little Christmas

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