Precious precious peace….
~Precious precious peace….~
Ah for peace… I crave peace… I grew up in a tense household with many heightened emotions displayed… to say the least, things spoken and things unspoken.
One of the adverse affects of this on me is that I just cant cope with tension, anger, raised voices, with stress even if its not directed at me.
I have grown so much, and I am most certainly not who or what I used to be… I am a very different woman, but in times when I am low, more than others, I recoil if I sense these things, I want it to stop.
My immediate response is in my back… I can feel it in the middle of my back as weird as it might sound.
I want to back away and I will say anything to have it over as soon as possible or shorten the conversation
It doesn’t mean that the other person has actually done anything wrong, its an automatic response that I experience.
I remember as I was growing up, and as a teenager telling my closest friends… that peace… and quiet… was the most valuable thing to me.
When I experience times of stress, distress, anxiety, fear… any of these things again I crave for that peace.
We all have different ways of expressing ourselves, we live out our ‘interpretation of stress’…
Some people get loud… I usually go quiet, and no surprise, I seek peace, quiet, calm…
Its hard for me to hear or respond to a conversation that has tension or raised voices involved.
I find my peace in my faith… I have peace with me, and He makes all the difference.
Ephesians 2:14 – For He is [Himself] our peace (our bond of unity and harmony).