A Man at Peace

I was gently reminded last night by one of my very best friends, Michele, that a man who is at peace right where he’s at…is a gift. And she couldn’t be more right.

I was once married to a man who felt the only way to his happiness was if he saw as many patients in a day that his doctor friend saw, or if he had X amount of dollars in the bank. Never mind that he had a wife and four amazing kids and two brilliant step-sons. Or that we lived in a very beautiful home on 26 acres of wooded hills and trails, which was a dream. But he wasn’t happy. Being a loud presence in our home, his unhappiness affected all of us.

We tend to look for peace in many places, far and wide, when most generally it’s right where we are. Or, it can be, if we would just realize what matters most.

I have walked this earth as a restless spirit trying desperately to discover where I need to find my peace. When my kids were very young, I finally came to terms with being a mom. Prior to that, there was an internal battle going on inside of me when is it my time? Once I realized motherhood was right where God wanted me to be a weight was lifted and I found some internal peace. Although the restless spirit was calmed, it didn’t go completely away as our home was in disarray. But that’s another story for another day. Maybe.

Like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, she realized that her heart’s desire was no further away than her own backyard.

Finding peace where you are is a gift. Finding a man who is at peace right where he’s at is a gift to be treasured. 💝

Andi