There once was a king who offered a prize to
the artist who would paint the best picture of peace.
Many artists tried. The king looked at all
the pictures, but there were only two he really
liked and he had to choose between them.
One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect
mirror, for peaceful towering mountains were all
around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white
clouds. All who saw the picture thought it was
a perfect picture of peace.
The other picture had mountains, too. But these
were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky
from which rain fell, and in which lightening played.
Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming
waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all. But when
the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall
a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush
a mother bird had her nest. There in the midst of
the rush of angry water, sat the mother
bird on her nest. The king chose the second
picture as the winner.
"Because," explained the king, "peace does not mean
to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or
hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all
those things and still be calm in your heart.
That is the real meaning of peace."
"He will cover you with his feathers, and
under his wings you will find refuge; his
faithfulness will be your shield and rampart."
"Peace I leave with you, My peace I give
to you; not as the world gives do I give to
you. Let not your heart be troubled,
neither let it be afraid."–Jesus
** “We’ll probably never learn to enjoy our storms,**
but we can learn to enjoy God’s presence
in the storm!” ― Beth Moore
put together by Monica
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