Holy joy lies in the habit of murmuring thanks to God for the smallest of graces.

The frame of a soul was never made for fame. The frame of a soul was made to serve.

Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty. Complaint is the bitter howl of unbelief in any benevolent God in this moment, a distrust in the love-beat of the Father's heart.

On the night He was betrayed Jesus broke bread and lifted it up and gave THANKS. If Jesus can give thanks in that, can we not give thanks in all?

Real Love truthfully sees the flaws - and still really loves fully.

The moment when you are most repelled by a child's behavior, that is your warning light to draw the very closest to that child.

At the last, this is what will determine a fulfilling, meaningful life, a life that, behind all the facades, every one of us longs to live: gratitude for the blessings that expresses itself by becoming the blessing.