If you are like me, you may or may not be familiar with the story of Moses. His life story lends to one full of disappointment, hurt and rejection. After an order was made by the Egyptian ruler Pharaoh to kill all Hebrew boys. Moses’ mother hid him and sent him down the Nile river. Being seen, adopted by Pharaoh’s daughter, Moses lived a royal life. Years later Moses escapes has an encounter with an angel of God who speaks to him to demand the Israelites to be released from slavery.

For a long time I didn’t know how important peace was in my life. Over the past couple of years it has been a struggle to keep peace as a priority in my life. When I moved to Dallas a few years ago I realized that peace is priceless. There is no price tag for peace.

Life is a series of rock bottoms in my opinion. My personal rock bottom experience that stands in particular a few years back, a bit embarrassing but here we are. I was on my way to get my hair done or so I thought. I gathered my keys, belongings, started walking to my car that was no longer there. Why you ask? Oh it was repossessed. Looking up and down the block my heart sank realizing my car was gone. Nah, for real like GONE! I walked back in the house with no tears to cry, called my daddy.