Peace is a precarious place. Standing on the edge of contentment and complacency, reaching deeper than either. A sense of well-being, of abiding, of walking with the One Who leads by still waters.
It doesn't take much to shatter the peace. One wrong step and the ledge that has held such beauty becomes the platform from which I tumble into the rocks waiting below.
What is it that catapults me from the place of security, of serenity? An answer so obvious it seems simplistic: I've wandered from the place of abiding into the one of trying to control my world alone.
Let me walk back into Your arms, for there is peace.
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