INTRODUCTION I am old. In my life, there are more days to look back on than to look forward to. I don’t mind, though. I carry precious memories in my heart of days gone by; times that were marked with joy and other times that were filled with great pain and even those that fall somewhere in between. All are truly precious to me. As I sit here on my front porch, surrounded by my simple but beautiful life, I am reminded of a time when I thought my life would turn out much differently. You wouldn’t know it too look at my stained apron front and work-worn hands, but I was quite spoiled in my younger days. Little did I know that I would one day find the joy in a hard day’s work and a quiet peace in the Lord. Peace. You know, it’s a funny thing about peace – I mean true peace, the Lord’s peace – you’ll likely never take notice of it until you need it, but suddenly find yourself without it. That’s where it’s funny. You’re never really without it at all – you just think you are. At this moment, though, I feel completely at peace. I am old. I think of friends and loved ones who are already gone and I realize the pull toward things to come is greater than that of the things that are here and now. Yes, I am at peace. I couldn’t always say that, though. Softly – all those years ago – my Lord brought me to a place where I could know his peace – peace, like a river…

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