And when I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow within me.

Like the wind, Grace finds us wherever we are and won't leave us however we were found.

In counting gifts, to one thousand, more, I discover that slapping a sloppy brush of thanksgiving over everything in my life leaves me deeply thankful for very few things in my life.

But wells don't come without first begging to see the wells; wells don't come without first splitting open hard earth, cracking back the lids. There's no seeing God face-to-face without first the ripping.

Fullness of joy is discovered only in the emptying of will.

Love doesn't necessarily mean bless or agree with, it means sacrifice for and suffer with.

When the heart and mind focus on things unseen - that's when there's a visible change in us.