Worry is belief gone wrong. Because you don't believe that God will get it right. But peace - peace is belief that exhales. Because you believe that God's provision is everywhere - like air.

No one told me that it would all happen at the same hallowed time: Mothering is at once the hardest and the holiest and the happiest.

Joy is always a function of gratitude - and gratitude is always a function of perspective.

The message of Christmas is not that we can make peace. Or that we can make love, make light, make gifts, or make this world save itself. The message of Christmas is that this world’s a mess and we can never save ourselves from ourselves and we need a Messiah.

In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear.

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

A life contemplating the blessings of Christ becomes a life acting the love of Christ.