I only live the full life when I live fully in the moment.
Busy is a choice. Stress is a choice. Joy is a choice. Choose well.
Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty. Complaint is the bitter howl of unbelief in any benevolent God in this moment, a distrust in the love-beat of the Father's heart.
In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear.
Faith thanks God in the middle of the story.
At the last, this is what will determine a fulfilling, meaningful life, a life that, behind all the facades, every one of us longs to live: gratitude for the blessings that expresses itself by becoming the blessing.