After you get stung, you can't get unstungno matter how much you whine about it.
Anyone can retire into a quiet place, wrote Evelyn Underhill, but it's the shutting of the door that makes the difference. Solitude is a time for stripping away everything in order to focus on God. (M...
For always, always, we are waking up and then waking up some more.
I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even, and the impassive way I'd treated them
I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable.
I didn't see why loving someone had to have so much agony attached to it. It felt like a series of fresh cuts in the skin of my heart
I felt amazed at the choosing one had to do, over and over a million times daily--choosing love, then choosing it again...how loving and being in love could be so different.
It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.
Pure in heart means to be sing-hearted... to will one thing- God. All (Jesus)'s moments flowed from His single-heartedness, from His intimacy with God. That was His core. Christianity is full of parad...
That's the sacred intent of life, of God--to move us continuously toward growth, toward recovering all that is lost and orphaned within us and restoring the divine image imprinted on our soul.
The day life turned into nothing this world could fix,
The queen, for the most part, is the unifying force of the community, if she removed from the hive, the workers very quickly sense her absence. After a few hours, or even less, they show unmistakable...
The ultimate authority of my life is not the Bible; it is not confined between the covers of a book. It is not something written by men and frozen in time. It is not from a source outside myself. My u...
The whole problem with people is they don't know what matters and what doesn't.
There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that.
We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.
We walked to the woods beside the pink house with her stories still pulled soft around our shoulders. I could feel them touching me in places, like an actual shawl.
Women who bear the weight of opposition, she wrote, create a shelter for the rest of us.
You create a path of your own by looking within yourself and listening to your soul, cultivating your own ways of experiencing the sacred and then practicing it. Practicing until you make it a song th...
You just don't interrupt somebody's mourning with your own problems.
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