Peace (for me) is sitting in a creek, surrounded by shade-trees, not making a sound, listening to the water, thanking the Maker, stacking rocks, and not thinking about anything. Today I taught my kids how to do this. They've always loved Montreat, but today - after literally hours of creekwalking/rock-hopping - I called them to be still. To "learn of me", if you will. And once they started, they didn't want to stop either.
Now the question: who has a place in Montreat we can house-sit for the rest of the summer? I so want to move... at least till fall.
Ah, thankful for sweet peace. And for a husband who loves these adventures, values this time, as much or more than I do.
A good day.