A friend sent this to me today. I love it. I needed to hear it.
“I had thought somewhere quiet would ensure peace. It didn’t. I was still in my skin. Peace wasn’t a place I could find on a map, or even a place that I could create. Peace wasn’t a place to live in. I came home to the noise, embraced the kids, and laughed loud and long. Peace wasn’t ‘out there.’ He was here. Peace was a Person.” A Person. He is peace. And in that knowing, our stirving can finally cease.” ~Ann Voskamp