Peace: a balmy spring evening, blue sky, pink clouds, a front porch, the last chapter of a good book.

Peace: Hostas spreading their leaves in the shade, a pot overflowing with pink inpatients and begonias, a mirror-smooth bird bath.

Peace: Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

Thank you, Lord, for your peace.