From the comments: "Christmas is hardly a time of peace in many families, mine included. Our peace project is very close to home indeed."
Ahh. I can't say it's any better in my home. Sadly, all too many mornings, peace is that moment when I hear the door close behind the kids as they leave for school. Or in the evening, when the last sounds from the bedrooms settle into silence.
Then I end up staying up too late, enjoying the peace, and next day, I am tired and cranky - anything but peaceful.
Sometimes I catch myself trying to force peace. "Stop yelling!" I yell.
I have to feed peace instead, tend it, nurture it - and wait for it.
Then it surprises me with a willing hand, a sudden smile, or a contented quiet settling around us in the middle of a busy day.
revisit: Littling Along
11 hours ago