In counting gifts, to one thousand, more, I discover that slapping a sloppy brush of thanksgiving over everything in my life leaves me deeply thankful for very few things in my life.
When you're most wounded by words run to the only Word that always brings healing.
Simplicity is ultimately a matter of focus.
I hunger for filling in a world that is starved.
Real Love truthfully sees the flaws - and still really loves fully.
Wherever you are, be all there." I have lived the runner, panting ahead in worry, pounding back in regrets, terrified to live in the present, because here-time asks me to do the hardest of all: just open wide and receive.