Use Me for Peace

One small thought.

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This morning I woke up with a prayer/desire/mantra on my lips. Not a polished one, though it reminds me of the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi.

It’s very simple, just a quiet request:

Use me for peace.

Everywhere I look right now, I see the inclination toward war. Not only in nations and headlines. But in conversations, comment sections, and in my own worried, hurried ego mind.

And I don’t think we were made for that. Not in our minds. Not in our hearts. Not in this world.

We were made for Love.

When I feel myself getting pulled into fear—into the need to be right, to defend, to judge—I hear another prayer rising:

Help me remember the Love that made us.
Remind me who I am. Remind me who we all are.

Despite seemingly endless evidence to the contrary, I believe that this world, in its truest sense, was never meant for cruelty. It was never meant for hatred. It was never meant for one as beautiful as you to be diminished or dismissed.

When we lose our way, we don’t need sharper weapons. We need to remember.

What if, when fear rises, instead of asking,
“How can I protect myself?”
or
“How can I win?”

we asked,

“How can I help?”

What if when hearts hurt and old wounds surface, we became a safe space instead of a battlefield? A place where tidal waves still and tornadoes quiet. A place without judgment.

The world does not need more noise. It needs more refuge.

There is a treasure chest inside each of us filled with wisdom, compassion, clarity, strength. It may be untouched. Unopened. Still pushed to the back of the attic for another day.

But what if today is the day?

What if today we lift the lid and see what shines inside?

What if today we use our words—on the page and in the air—to speak of Love rather than fear?

Peace is not something we impose. It’s something we remember. This is not the time to rise with weapons drawn. It’s the time to rise with arms open.

And that means everyone. No one turned away. No prayer exclusive. No heart beyond redemption.

Violence is a vast forgetting. But one small thought can begin the remembering:

I am not here to change the world. I am here to change my mind about the world.

To see every act of fear as a call for Love. And to answer that call as best I can by listening within.

Ancient wounds met with a present Love. This is what we’re here for.

So today, I am praying again:

Use me well.

I’m wishing you a peaceful day.

Sending blessings,

Deb

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