Especially in those harder times.
I've prayed for unity. I've prayed they would find friends in the bed right next to them, in the person that ate the last brownie, used their toothbrush presumably on accident.
There are those days when the bickering begins in the morning and by noon I really believe I've lost my mind to all the crazy conflict running rampant in the ranks.
And then there are those moments--peaceful, joyful moments when I sigh a perfect sigh of relief...all is at peace.
There are seven of us, each one with a unique personality, will, and preference. Not to mention sin nature. We get to practice peace-making more than I would ever choose.
So when peace comes, I truly believe I understand at least in part, the psalmist's breath-words in Psalm 131:
It is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion.