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

It’s impossible to give thanks and simultaneously feel fear

Maybe the woman who was handed the book [One Thousand Gifts] by a friend the morning before she had an abortion scheduled - and read the book and realized that this pregnancy that she didn't want - perhaps it too could be a gift from God? And then she said showed me the photo of this laughing 5 month old boy.

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

Hurry always empties a soul.

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

Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty. Complaint is the bitter howl of unbelief in any benevolent God in this moment, a distrust in the love-beat of the Father's heart.