What doth it profit to argue about hidden and dark things, concerning which we shall not be even reproved in the judgment, because we knew them not? Oh, grievous folly, to neglect the things which are profitable and necessary, and to give our minds to things which are curious and hurtful! Thomas à Kempis, The Imitation
One of the tragedies of our life is that we keep forgetting who we are. Henri J.M. Nouwen, Here and Now: Living in the Spirit I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s COMPLETE) and write for five minutes about it. Confession: I
If you don't feel strong desires for the manifestation of the glory of God, it is not because you have drunk deeply and are satisfied. It is because you have nibbled so long at the table of the world. Your soul is stuffed with small things, and there is no room for the great. John
We cannot know the whole truth, which belongs to God alone, but our task nevertheless is to seek to know what is true. Wendell Berry, It All Turns on Affection: The Jefferson Lecture and Other Essays And so I read, pray, and listen. I poke this pile of fear gingerly, just to see what’s there. I’m
Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid. Frederick Buechner, Beyond Words: Daily Readings in the ABC's of Faith Six-plus years ago when my book, Two Hearts: An Adoptee’s Journey Through Grief to Gratitude, was published I was terrified. I felt naked and exposed. I was, figuratively, both of those.
Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is illusion. Brennan Manning, Abba's Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging This is something I know deep—deeper than I know anything else—that I am loved, with a love I can’t even begin to comprehend the depths
Some things have to be believed to be seen. Madeleine L'Engle From where I sit, as day breaks, it looks like a foggy winter morning outside—but it is August, and the forecast for this day is 31C / 88F under clear skies. Our city is under a blanket of smoke from the forest fires again. It will