Today, I am thankful for prayer. I am especially thankful for the peace that can be found in prayer. I am also thankful for this inspirational short story that I found online.
The Real Meaning Of Peace![]()
Author Unknown
There once was a king who offered a prize
to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. The contest stirred
the imagination of artists everywhere. Many artists wanted a chance at winning
the prize. Paintings from far and wide began to arrive.
The king looked at all the pictures,
uncovering one peaceful scene after another as the on-lookers clapped and cheered.
The tensions grew as only two pictures remained veiled. As the king pulled the
cover from one, a hush fell over the crowd.
It was a picture of a calm lake. The lake
was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead
was a beautiful blue sky with fluffy white clouds. Along the grassy shore, a
flock of sheep grazed undisturbed. All who saw this picture thought that it was
a perfect picture of peace. Surely this was the winner.
The king uncovered the last painting, and
the crowd gasped in surprise. Could this be peace? This picture had
mountains like the previous painting but these were rugged and bare. Above was
an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side
of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall; the crowd could almost feel its
cold, penetrating spray. This did not look peaceful at all.
But when the king looked closely, he saw
a little bird had built a nest on a branch of a tree. A tree that reached out
in the direction of the tumultuous waterfall. Yet there, in the midst of the
rush of angry water, undisturbed in her stormy surroundings, sat the
mother bird on her nest – in perfect peace.
The king chose the last picture.











