Life is so urgent it necessitates living slow.

I fly to Paris and discover how to make love to God.

I don't really want more time; I just want enough time. Time to breathe deep and time to see real and time to laugh long, time to give You glory and rest deep and sing joy and just enough time in a day not to feel hounded, pressed, driven, or wild to get it all done-yesterday.

Real Womanhood isn’t a function of becoming a great mother, but of being loved by your Great Father.

And when I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow within me.

The gift list is thinking upon His goodness – and this, this pleases Him most! And most profits my own soul and I am beginning, only beginning, to know it. If clinging to His goodness is the highest form of prayer, then this seeing His goodness with a pen, with a shutter, with a word of thanks, these really are the most sacred acts conceivable. The ones anyone can conceive, anywhere, in the midst of anything. Eucharisteo takes us into His love.

Instead of giving someone a piece of your mind, it turns out far better if you give them a piece of your heart.