god
talking with a dear dear friend last night, she mentioned a catastrophic experience in order to relay her reaction. of course, the experience is only catastrophic when you've spent the entire afternoon cleaning and prettifying your home for company. she knocked a vase of beautiful flowers off the shelf. it broke. glass everywhere. sad flowers.
julia evaluates what her reaction might have been: "&$#!!" or throwing something else. not really, i don't tend to throw things except tantrums.

sarah, on the other hand, mentioned her inital tendency to cuss, but ultimately mentioned that she just sat down and breathed (brothe?) and prayed. she remembered that broken vases are really trivial in the grand scheme of things, and her miniature sacrifice of having to sweep broken glass and rearrange some flowers is nothing compared to well, christ.

by the time i got to her house, the bathroom looked beautiful, with a new vase filled with rosemary and little purple flowers. it smelled great.
i keep wondering if i'll ever be the sort of person who's knee-jerk reaction to adversity is prayer or turning to god.

obviously not this morning when i was stuck behind the most idiotic slow driver on the way to work.

but the road to peace must begin with a desire for peace.
here i am, wanting peace. i'll be right here, waiting.