Sometimes I feel as if I am standing as straight as I can in the center of a storm, with dark sky swirling and winds dancing around me. It is hard to find peace and calm.

But it is there.

I can grab it, and hold on to it.

Chad has been traveling a lot lately. He works so hard for us, and I am so grateful he has a job. For some reason though, when he is gone, everything seems so much harder. One recent night as this "storm" gathered momentum around me, I found that I could no longer stand tall. I slumped to the floor of the kitchen and allowed my head to sink into the palms of my hands.

Then peace came.

Peace in the soft tickle of little fingers on my arm.

Peace in tiny lips kissing the top of my head.

Peace in stretched arms wrapped around my shoulders.

I am so grateful that peace will always come.

It will.