This month, The Peony Project prompts us to look at this word: peace.
Lately, I have felt anything but at peace. My mind was spinning, and thoughts were as nasty as they come. It was awful, it was weighing me down, and boy, did I impose on so many people with my problems.
Mother Teresa always preached that peace is only achieved through love and compassion. That’s what I was lacking. I came to the table full of resentment and anger, and it weighed me down a ton. I prayed, I sought council, help, advice – anything! But even I knew, that deep down, I had all this anger clasped tight and close to my heart.
There is no peace until you learn to let go.
It turns out, the one person I needed to talk to was the last one I sought. Isn’t it almost funny? All my praying, reading, analyzing, pointed me in that direction, but I was too scared to admit I had a problem to begin with.
I sat down, opened my heart, expecting to be laughed at, or to be further hurt. But the opposite happened. The weight was lifted. I could finally see beyond the darkness. I was shown compassion, and immeasurable love.
I can honestly say: I’m at peace.