The bravest love is wildly faithful and it falls hard again every morning... It knows what we seek may be found in what we already have... it's grace and fresh gratitude that can make us strong enough to marvel in the seeming monotony of anything... And the happily married have eyes that look long enough to make the familiar new.

In a storm of struggles, I have tried to control the elements, clasp the fist tight so as to protect self and happiness. But stress can be an addiction, and worry can be our lunge for control, and we forget the answer to this moment is always yes because of Christ.

I began [blogging] because I have this handicap - I can't figure out my life or see God clearly unless I untangle my life again with words.

Grace is the only thing that is ever enough.

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

Every moment I live, I live bowed to something. And if I don't see God, I'll bow down before something else.

Busy is a choice. Stress is a choice. Joy is a choice. Choose well.