When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.- Jimi Hendrix
Jimi Hendrix had it right!
Love is the answer. We all know this truth. So, why can it be so hard to unclench our fists or to hold our tongues?
Call it human nature. Still, if we want peace, we must be committed to being peaceful ourselves. We must make a conscious effort to choose peace when we can. We must look for opportunities to share the power of love with others.
I would be remiss not to share, that for me, Jesus is love, and I try to follow His way of peace. Prayer brings me peace.
How do you stay peaceful?
Falling water smooths the edges of stress and stone.
Clear water cleanses rock and spirit.
I often daydream about adding a big covered porch to the back of my house. In my imagination, it would be the ideal spot to relax at the end of a long day, come rain or shine.
I imagine sitting in an Adirondack chair, beverage glass in hand, looking at the menagerie of simple wildlife in my backyard.
The squirrels scurry in search of acorns and seeds. A squirrel, the one with a crooked tail, bravely chases another squirrel from the dogwood tree which he has claimed as his own. Hanging from a branch of this same tree is the red-based feeder where the ruby throated hummingbirds put on a nearby air show. Each tiny bird tries to drink the life-sustaining nectar mixed from sugar and water. Bright red cardinals, red breasted robins and blue jays take flight from oak and elm trees. A large rabbit chews on greenery near the fence line. Mocking birds sing songs in the distance. A woodpecker taps rhythmically high up in a tree.
The clink of melting ice pulls my attention from the display of nature. I feel a gentle breeze and soft rain begins to fall. I say a silent prayer of thanks for peace.
I find it a lot easier to rest the body than rest the mind. So many thoughts of “I should” run rampant in my mind. The to do lists get longer and longer. Then, my thoughts turn to the “why didn’t you?”s, and the even harsher “why did you?”s. I worry about things that need to be done, should have been done, have happened, might happen and may never happen. Did I leave anything out?
I need to turn off the worry machine. For me, that can be easier said than done. I use music, food, books, pets, conversation and even reality TV as distractors from worry. I lean on my family for support, too.
Yet, I continue to worry. When I was younger, I wasn’t much of a worrier. I just knew things would work out for the best. Life seemed easy. Now, I have responsibilities, giving me license to worry. Worry, however, steals time. I realize that less time should be spent in worrying than in resolving the issues. I realize that there are not always easy answers. I realize I don’t have all the answers.
So, I pray. Sometimes, I can’t seem to organize the swirl of worried thoughts in my head. My mind races. Even though I may not even be sure of what to ask, I believe God listens and knows all the answers. God knows what I need and God knows what I need to hear. As in Psalm 46:10, God reminds me “Be still, and know that I am God!” The answer is simple, direct, comforting and gives me peace of mind.