When your ethnicity is heaven, then all adversity offers the gift of intimacy, driving you into the home of His heart.

Wherever you are, be all there." I have lived the runner, panting ahead in worry, pounding back in regrets, terrified to live in the present, because here-time asks me to do the hardest of all: just open wide and receive.

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

When I fully enter time’s swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention, I slow the torrent with the weight of me all here.

There are two kinds of doubt: one that fully lives into the questions, and one that uses the questions as weapons against fully living.

That which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To the God whom we endlessly crave.

Every breath is a battle between grudgery and gratitude. Give thanks...and you win joy.