In our rushing, bulls in china shops, we break our own lives.
Joy is the realest reality, the fullest life, and joy is always given, never grasped. God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy.
God is patiently transfiguring all the notes of my life into the song of His Son.
In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear.
Be radical about grace and relentless about truth and resolute about holiness.
And when I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow within me.