This post is inspired by Ponder this one... by Andie.
For so long, I've been aiming to be the peaceful person I think I've seen in others. This ideal person would be still, graceful, calm, and composed, and no fear would be revealed on her face, or in her eyes, or in her hands. Today I woke up with the thought that I could be my own kind of peaceful person. I can live my own definition of peace.
Ambrose Redmoon once said, "Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear."
Today I live this personal definition of peace. To me, peace doesn't mean the relaxed space between eyes, or steady hands, but a kind, loving heart, however hidden. It means subtle inner joy that comes from Christ even in the midst of fears and anxieties.
It doesn't mean speaking without stumbling over words or always having a look of calmness in your eyes. Peace doesn't always show on the outside, and even if others see struggle, that doesn't matter.
As long as our intentions are turned toward God and we are kind, superficial signs of peace matter not.
We may forget our truth from time to time. In this temporary forgetting and returning to truth, patience is formed. The refinement of character is not a journey to one final destination that we'll reach by tomorrow, but a slow, gradual unfolding of our true selves, which God has created.
What does peace mean to you?