I wish that I knew a magic formula.
A step-by-step tutorial on how to fall into the arms of Peace.
But somewhere, in the midst of unrest and throughout a barrage of stress, worry and fear that life throws at us to determine just how nimble our faith is…
There it lies.
Tangled hair with a silky blanket halo.
Determined and focused, a momentary interruption and a wink from across the room.
Ivory screen with ebony words encouraging and honest and perfect.
Strong arms embracing a blemished soul.
Red letters that adhere to my heart.
…and Peace overwhelms my living, breathing, everyday world. A cloister in the eye of frenetic days.
He is. I am.