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

From all of our beginnings, we keep reliving the Garden story.

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

We give thanks to God not because of how we feel, but because of Who He is.

Real joy is not found in having the best of everything but in trusting that God is making the best of everything.

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

It is in the dark that God is passing by. The bridge and our lives shake not because God has abandoned, but the exact opposite: God is passing by. God is in the tremors. Dark is the holiest ground, the glory passing by. In the blackest, God is closest, at work, forging His perfect and right will. Though it is black and we can't see and our world seems to be free-falling and we feel utterly alone, Christ is most present to us.