The image above is so reflective of me. I want peace. Yet, so many times I allow the world to come crashing in a steal it right out from under me, mainly in the form of worry. I don’t “see” myself as a worrier, but yet I am always wondering what the other is thinking or feeling. Some of that comes from my own empathetic spirit, but other times it seems I take up more than I need to and bye-bye peace. In my faith, we use a term called, “laying it on the Altar”, or giving your burden over to God and allowing him to carry it. I love this and in fact do this many times through my life (okay~ my day), but then why do I find myself running back to that same altar and grappling with the Almighty to give me back my problems. I know it isn’t really like that, the grappling and all, but I hope you know what I am saying. I want to release more. Let go of and get on with it, it’s hard for me I guess, even though I didn’t think it was (would be).