May peace find you—not the fragile kind that
depends on circumstances,
but the steady kind that rests in God.

May love soften what the world has hardened.
May mercy loosen what fear has tightened.
May forgiveness free you—from others, and
from yourself.

May your faith not be loud, but faithful.
Not perfect, but present.
Not built on control, but on trust.

And as you step into the coming days,
may you remember this:
You are not walking alone.
You are held, guided, and deeply loved.

Grace to you.
Peace to your home.
Light for the road ahead.

With love,
E.B. Smith