aside from heaven explicitly, one of my strongest desires still echos it. but i long for it here.

if i could…if i didn’t have a family…i’d join a monastery.

i crave peace. quiet. harmony. love. acceptance. a ceasefire.

but i was born into a world addicted to fighting. each other at times. themselves at others.

quiet in my soul. in my mind. in my heart.

and yet…i was given a life that doesn’t allow me that luxury for long. doesn’t allow me to stay in the silence. to be in peace. i feel everything. even if my own soul is at peace, there is never truly a moment of silence because the world rages on. it tears at one another. killing with swords, words, hearts. and i see it. i feel it. i hate what i see.

his beloved children destroying one another.

i need your vision, Lord. your hope.

i long for the final moment when i will hear, you’re done. it’s done. i hope i will hear, well done.

i worry that i won’t, but i know, even if i don’t, at least i’ll have jesus’ face and peace finally.

Jesus, i cling to you because you are the only one that brings peace. You are the only one that IS Peace. everything i look for that doesn’t exist in this world can be found in you and you alone.