Because One died for me that I might breathe this breath...It's all a gift.

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

Every time I surrender to stress, aren’t I advertising the unreliability of God?

All God makes is good. Can it be that that which seems to oppose the will of God actually is used of Him to accomplish the will of God?

Life is so urgent it necessitates living slow.

I make soup and I back bread and I know my supreme need is joy in God and I know I can't experience deep joy in God until I deep trust in God. I shine sinks and polish through to the realization that trusting God is my most urgent need. If I deep trusted God in all the facets of my life, wouldn't that deep heal my anxiety, my self-condemnation, my soul holes? The fear is suffocating, terrorizing, and I want the remedy, and it is trust. Trust is everything. If fear keeps our lives small, does a life that receives all of God in this moment grow large too?

Really good writing, from my perspective, runs a lot like a visual on the screen. You need to create that kind of detail and have credibility with the reader, so the reader knows that you were really there, that you really experienced it, that you know the details. That comes out of seeing.