Being in a hurry. Getting to the next thing without fully entering the thing in front of me. I cannot think of a single advantage I've ever gained from being in a hurry. But a thousand broken and missed things, tens of thousands, lie in the wake of all the rushing.... Through all that haste I thought I was making up time. It turns out I was throwing it away.

Stress isn't only a joy stealer. The way we respond to it can be sin.

Remembering with thanks is what causes us to trust - to really believe.

You were made for the place where your real #‎ passion meets #‎ compassion because there lies your real purpose.

Grace is the only thing that is ever enough.

I know the theological answers, but do my blood and my pulse?

Are stress and worry evidence of a soul too lazy, too undisciplined, to keep gaze fixed on God?