Once you have tasted conviction, you can’t bear to keep swallowing complacency.

Can God be counted on? Count blessings and find out how many of His bridges have already held.

You, who were made by Love, made for love-- be still and know and watch love come down.

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

That little burning bush that is the signature of the blog - it echoes Elizabeth Barrett Browning's words.

Life is so urgent it necessitates living slow.

I want a life that makes music - not just practices the piano.