Peace

Mike Romley
2026-04-15T06:29:31-07:00

I've started to notice something about people who pray consistently.

They're not louder.
They're not more impressive.
They don't seem especially intense.

They're just steadier.

Less reactive.

That's the word that keeps coming back.

They don't flare up as quickly.
They don't scramble when plans shift.
They don't panic when uncertainty creeps in.

They still feel things.
They still care.

They just don't swing as wildly.

And I've noticed something else.

The days I don't pray, I feel harder.
More defensive.
More urgent.
More convinced that everything depends on me.

The days I do, something shifts.

Not dramatically.
But perceptibly.

The edge softens.
The need to control loosens.
The pressure lowers.

Prayer, when it's honest and consistent, confronts control.
It reminds me I'm not holding everything together.

The more regularly I return to that, the less frantic I become.

Peace isn't personality.
It's trust settling deeper than fear.

Not overnight.

Gradually.

Over time, prayer creates space between stimulus and response.

Between criticism and defensiveness.
Between uncertainty and panic.
Between opportunity and impulse.

That space is where peace begins.

Without peace, restraint becomes suppression.
Courage becomes aggression.
Kindness becomes people-pleasing.

It is the ground beneath the marks.

And I'm still learning it.

Some days I feel steady.
Some days I feel reactive.

The longer I pray consistently, the more I notice the reactivity decreasing.

Not disappearing.

Decreasing.

And that's enough to return.