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?

Like the wind, Grace finds us wherever we are and won't leave us however we were found.

I know there is poor and hideous suffering, and I've seen the hungry and the guns that go to war. I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks for early light dappled through leaves and the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives.

Gratitude is not only a response to God in good times - it's ultimately the very will of God in hard times. Gratitude isn't only a celebration when good things happen. It's a declaration that God is good no matter what happens.

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

That which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To the God whom we endlessly crave.

Is the height of my chara joy dependent on the depths of my eucharisteo thanks?