I fly to Paris and discover how to make love to God.

The gift list is thinking upon His goodness – and this, this pleases Him most! And most profits my own soul and I am beginning, only beginning, to know it. If clinging to His goodness is the highest form of prayer, then this seeing His goodness with a pen, with a shutter, with a word of thanks, these really are the most sacred acts conceivable. The ones anyone can conceive, anywhere, in the midst of anything. Eucharisteo takes us into His love.

I began [blogging] because I have this handicap - I can't figure out my life or see God clearly unless I untangle my life again with words.

...the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.

When we fixate on the worst in something, we render ourselves incapable of fixing anything... But attend to the good in something - and we act towards the best in everything.

The prayers we weave into the matching of socks, the stirring of oatmeal, the reading of stories, they survive fire.

Love comes softly, it cannot be forced...cannot bear the weight of our expectations. Love always comes in the surrender - in the falling.