The places I find peace.

I was talking with my sister friend a couple of weeks ago about where the "ease" was is life.... mostly, acknowledving the lack of it.  We came to the conclusion that there isn't any. That isn't the purpose. But there is peace and joy and hapiness all the same.

Tonight, I have spent some time with words that bring me peace.
Reading in the Book of James, and my mother's last journal. Life is not easy. But as I read the scriptures and the faithful hopeful words of my mother, I am filled with peace.