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

Life isn't an emergency. Christ is in charge of every moment of the day; nothing catches Him off guard.

Eucharisteo—thanksgiving—always precedes the miracle.

Where ever you are be all there

I think God calls us to small things, to faithfulness right where we are, to just do the next thing. I was simply writing out our family stories in my online journal, scratching out what I want to remember, what I was wrestling out with God.

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

If I had the perspective of the whole, perhaps I'd see it? That which seems evil, is it a cloud to bring rain, to bring a greater good to the whole of the world? Who would ever know the greater graces of comfort and perseverance, mercy and forgiveness, patience and courage, if no shadows fell over a life?