One was graceful and quiet, very measured and loving. I saw in her a peace that was quiet and gentle. She was my maternal grandmother.
Whereas my Dad’s mother was energetic, savvy (even feisty) and less inclined to stay ‘inside the lines’.
She had endured much hardship and experienced joy in simple pleasures (no overseas holidays or life of opulence and great opportunity) but funnily enough, within her I saw a peace that I too, longed to share.
Through their two lives I recognised that peace is not simply a matter of personality, disposition or external behaviours.
Take time today to write about your Grandparents.
What lessons have you learnt from them in the area of peace?