by Elizabeth Howie Thrift (Author)
I was destined to be a peacemaker. Doesn't every family have one?
My family, with its traditional values, loving grandparents, and family heirlooms, has always provided a comfortable base and a home. My expectations were that my home and family would be safe, cozy, and unwavering.
What of words translated by a peacemaker, certain it was for me too? No protests, make a loving family, keep the peace. I was convinced it would be mine.
What of words from love, prideful of my values, celebrating my accomplishments, joyful for my happiness, and hopeful for my future?
Seasons change, years pass. I remember joyous moments of splendid solace with so much hopeful anticipation. I've learned one can search for serendipity, but it cannot be contrived. I remain hopeful beyond possibility.
What of words of hurtful intention-stinging, humiliating, torturous, and demeaning, as intended?
I am the peacemaker.
I must not be defeated.