All fear is but the notion that God's love ends.

The brave who focus on all things good and all things beautiful and all things true, even in the small, who give thanks for it and discover joy even in the here and now, they are the change agents who bring fullest light to all the world.

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. Unbeknownst to me, two readers of the posts, both published authors, contacted their agent, Bill Jensen, within 24 hours of each other, encouraging him to drop me a line. Which he did.

Joy and pain, they are but two arteries of the one heart that pumps through all those who don't numb themselves to really living.

God doesn't want your leftovers. God wants your love overtures, your first-overs, because He is your first love.

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

On the night He was betrayed Jesus broke bread and lifted it up and gave THANKS. If Jesus can give thanks in that, can we not give thanks in all?