This morning at the bus stop, this woman walked up to me and we had the following dialog:

"Do you know when the bus is coming?"

"Yeah, in about 7 minutes."

"And maybe you know when peace is coming?"

"They don't write schedules for that, but I hope it's right around the corner."

"It is — I read it in the Bible. You should read it too — you'll feel less anxious."

It was nice. The older I get, the less faith I find within myself and the more cynical I become toward religion. But I latch onto whatever kind words the universe sends me. It'll soon be one year that I'm living under the pall of grief and anxiousness. I'm sincerely glad she found her peace and grateful that she shared a tiny bit of it with me.