God reveals Himself in rearview mirrors.

I know there is poor and hideous suffering, and I've seen the hungry and the guns that go to war. I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks for early light dappled through leaves and the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives.

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

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

Where ever you are be all there

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.

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