Peace

I love the feeling of peace. I also love that it sounds like piece, as in a piece of pie, a piece of cake, a piece of steak. Those are two words, while completely different in meaning, have the same sound and that evoke feelings of joy within me. I love the peaceful feeling that my kids, for the most part, are okay. I know where they are, I know, in VERY general and vague terms, what they are doing (just like my mom knew in general and vague terms what I was doing and it was probably good that she didn't know exactly WHAT I was doing all the time, so I know what you are all doing, in general, not specifics, and it's also better I don't know them but I DO know what goes on(very long and rambling parenthetical aside)) and I am okay with that. There is a hymn that we don't sing nearly often enough in church title, "Sweet is the peace the gospel brings" and it is true. Amidst the cacophony of the world in which we live, there is a still, small voice and peace that surpasses all understanding. I try and feel that daily. I feel it now as I contemplate my family, my life and eternity. It is a tender and precious thing that we need to savor daily. I love the peace of being with my wife. We can sit in silence at times, look at each other and share a tender, poignant moment that brings tears of joy to my eyes because I am with her and there is such peace between us. There are no major storms, only minor squalls instigated by yours truly. I am learning. There is the quiet of the evening as the sun nestles over Antelope Island that also brings with it the peaceful end of a normal day. Peace is sweet, peace has been given to us by our Elder Brother, not as the world giveth but as an eternal perspective. I love peace.