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

Joy is the realest reality, the fullest life, and joy is always given, never grasped. God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy.

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

Grace is the only thing that is ever enough.

Comparison is a thug that robs your joy. But its even more than that - Comparison makes you a thug who beats down somebody - or your soul.

Your naked body deserves the honor of being shared only with someone who is covenanted to never stop loving your naked soul.

You love as well as you are willing to be inconvenienced.