What I know for sure is that this peace, buried at my core, is something I can choose. It's always there, even when I am challenging its existence. In addition, I must choose it for it to actually work. I think of other states of being I admire, like loving and trusting, and find it interesting that these can also be verbs. I think that peace should be a verb so that we can remember to use it. Something like, I woke up and decided to peace the illness I have -or- She peaced that co-worker who was undermining her work.
What I know for sure is that peace is like a muscle that needs strength training. In order for it to increase in power, one must use it repeatedly. As I get older, life's problems seem to be getting larger. However, my ability to meet these forces head on also seems to have grown. How and when this development occurs, I have no clue. What's more important is that I don't have to know in order for it to work. It's one less thing for me to have to process in my day. What a wonderful gift! If I can tap into this resource not only do I make it through the current storm, but also I am better buttressed for the next. This fact alone is enough to give me a peaceful pause.
"A peace that passeth understanding." Hmm. I like that.
