God is good and I am always loved.

Love comes softly, it cannot be forced...cannot bear the weight of our expectations. Love always comes in the surrender - in the falling.

There are two kinds of doubt: one that fully lives into the questions, and one that uses the questions as weapons against fully living.

Eucharisteo—thanksgiving—always precedes the miracle.

Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else's, and you've just picked up a stick and beaten up your own soul.

All fear is but the notion that God's love ends.

Thanksgiving creates abundance; and the miracle of multiplying happens when I give thanks-take the just one loaf, say it is enough, and give thanks-and He miraculously makes it more than enough.