FINDING PEACE IN THE STORM

Sometimes I begin to slip into the illusion that I am in control of my world, Father. I imagine that I can arrange things just the way I like them and that I can create my own peace by making sure everyone and everything follows my plan. Oh, how that house of cards gets blown away in the winds of adversity! How quickly I am reminded that I cannot manufacture peace with manipulation. You are my peace. You are my source of well-being, safety, and security. Apart from you there is no true peace to be had.