The Apple Tree

I had one of those rare light bulb moments. I was on the treadmill this morning, I still do this because it gives me time to read. I end up reading the Ensign, 1 because I like to, 2 because I'm not in the middle of anything else, and 3, because I obviously need to. Al thought, at the end of this 30 minute run, that is quickly slowing to a walk, I inevitably have a mess to clean up thanks to my 2 tornado's. To me, it's worth it.
I have been trying to figure out how to make my home a peaceful calm sanctuary, and help my children think of others, and also desire to do well in school. I came across this article. I have to have action with my desires. I can want all I want, but that will get me, well as far as I've gotten.

There is a world cry for peace; everybody wants peace. In newspapers, magazines, books, [and] from the public platform come cries for peace. As far back as I can remember, there has never been such a worldwide appeal for peace among the children of men. …
It is a curious commentary on human nature that men who cry for peace look upon peace as something that may be picked as an apple from a tree, something that lies about within easy reach of humanity. If I pick an apple from a tree, I have first planted the tree, cared for it, watered it, brought it to maturity. Then in due time I may have the fruit.
So with peace. It is not a thing by itself to be picked up casually; but it is the fruit of something precedent. Like the tree, something must be planted and nourished and cared for if we are to obtain peace