The peace flows like a good river. A good river is good . . . ‘reminds me of peace that flows like a good river, blows like a good wind, and goes on, with us. Peace pervades, prevails, persists, and insists on being received. But I can resist and have resisted, even though peace insists and peace has insisted … All too often I resist.
Photo by: Martie Kyde / delrivgreenway.org
Peace, released. Peace, redemptive and restful in the storms. Sometimes I don’t recognize peace when it comes, and I did not recognize the peace when it came, because it came earlier in the night … earlier in the day … earlier in the morning. Sometimes I don’t recognize the peace because it isn’t the same package … isn’t the same substance as that which flows from the world and through the world, flowing like an angry river. It’s a different peace, and I just don’t always recognize it.
Peace, from the Other Side of the Trees.
- River of Life (madhualur.wordpress.com)
- Peace Like a River (jimpruitt.wordpress.com)
- What is peace? (brittanyellis2013.wordpress.com)