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The pace of peace

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This is another page from my ninth book called "Dear God". I was inspired to write this book after writing "I am voting for God" on my blog. It continues in that format. Short letters (or prayers) to God. It gives me an opportunity to write more and write to God at different moments in my life.
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Dear God,

I am up early again. It is 316am. I have 36% battery left on my phone. The place is beautifully quiet. Words do not come easily right now. I needed a prompt. I went to the internet and grabbed a random word from a random word generator. I got the word "pace". This word looks like peace if I add an e. Maybe e is for everything and peace is the natural pace of everything. The way it is supposed to be. These days life in general moves at a fast pace and we sometimes describe it as the rat race.

This has me thinking. What is the pace of peace? I learnt that pace is the ablative singular of the Latin word "pax" which means "peace". And pace directly translates to peace in Italian. Bella Martin describes peace as "a spontaneous outcome of moving with the natural pace of your life. One step forward. One day at a time." This is a timely reminder for me to take life one day at a time. No worries about the future. No competing for things we really do not need. No pushing and shoving to find our place in society.

God, let us move at Your pace for us. Set the pace of our lives. The pace of peace. The pace of mindfulness and deliberate goodness. The pace of contentment. The pace of grace. Your grace. Guide my steps so that I may walk in alignment with Your rhythm, not to be in a hurry. Help me to find divine timing. I wont lose peace if I keep pace with You. The only race I should want to win is the race to heaven and meeting with You. Bless us with Godspeed on this journey of life.
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