Is This Promoting Peace or Stealing Peace?

Something wonderful happened last Friday, and it wasn’t until this morning that I realized that I almost self sabotaged. I was walking out of a restaurant after having the best conversation with a fellow plant enthusiast, and a total stranger complimented my look. Further in the conversation, she said that I looked like peace. I beamed on the inside, and for the rest of the weekend I beamed on the outside. But I found myself doom scrolling days later and slipping into inner turmoil. Wait a minute? I thought I looked like peace? If you have ever seen me going to the gym, in the gym, or leaving the gym, I look like peace, joy, and happiness. But if you catch a glimpse of me on my couch doom scrolling, you might ask, is that the same person? What happened? At some point yesterday I heard something about what we let in. There are times during the day that nothing is going to get between me and my happy place. Some days that’s the pool. Some days that’s a meetup with a friend. Plant store, you say? My determination to be at peace will be on 1000. But that darn phone. A headline. A story. A rabbit hole of doom and gloom. Looks like the message at Elevation Church was sent to teach me a lesson. Received, Lord, received.