With every breath we inhale the present. With every exhale we breath out the past. Present. Past. At war with one another For the past is a distant memory of what was. Its sound echos all around trying to distract, trying to drown out the present. Breath in. For the past is only as powerful as you allow it to be. A choice. To make peace with our past. In the beautiful exchange our past becomes what was. And what is... becomes the choice we enter into. A new rhythm. A new sound. From strength to strength we grow and we change. Peace with one another. Peace with God. Peace with ourselves. For His peace that passes understanding guards our heart and minds. (Philippians 4:7) Or...will we be victims of our past, for life, prisoners to disappointment and pain? Viewing it as the enemy we will battle until we draw our last breath? All the while missing out on the life we have in the present where the past cannot touch it, unless we allow it to, robbing us of an