A river flows.

It doesn’t strain or struggle. It doesn’t force its way forward. It moves—steady, sure, alive.

And over time? It shapes the land. It smooths the rough edges. It carves through even the hardest stone.

That’s peace.

Not the kind that comes from control, from making sure everything goes according to plan. That’s not peace—that’s anxiety in disguise.

Real peace—the kind Isaiah talks about, the kind Jesus gives—it moves. It carries. It transforms. It doesn’t take you out of the struggle; it holds you through it.

The river is flowing.

Are you?

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