Every breath is a battle between grudgery and gratitude. Give thanks...and you win joy.

God lays down all of His fullness into all the emptiness. I am in Him. He is in me. I embrace God in the moment. I give Him thanks and I bless God and we meet and couldn't I make love to God, making every moment love for Him? "To know Him the way Adam knew Eve. Spirit skin to spirit skin.

Because One died for me that I might breathe this breath...It's all a gift.

Who would ever know the greater graces of comfort and perserverance, mercy and forgiveness, patience and courage, if no shadows fell over a life?

Your naked body deserves the honor of being shared only with someone who is covenanted to never stop loving your naked soul.

There are two kinds of doubt: one that fully lives into the questions, and one that uses the questions as weapons against fully living.

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.