Praying for Peace

By Monica Peterson

Often I find myself praying for peace or dreaming for some alone time in my bed with a book and a nice glass of wine. I should say a HUGE glass of wine. Usually these dreams come at about 4:00pmwhen the fatigue of the day is setting in and the dinner rush is about to begin. But then I have to pause … look … and listen. My son is strumming an off cord tune on his guitar (very off tune I have to say), my daughter is running up and down the hall screaming at him (yes bone chilling screams), the dryer pounding methodically because I had to wash the baby’s muddy shoes (I don’t know why I bother). But once I pause … look … and listen I realize that these are the sounds of my home, the hums and the clatter that remind me that I am alive. It’s a home that we all have created together. It’s a living mess but oh its a glorious mess. My children are with me and they are safe. So with that short pause when I take the time to look and listen … I am grateful. Grateful for my home, the roof over my head, a stove where I don’t have to light a fire, and then it comes. Some days it takes longer but it comes and I actually feel Peace.

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