Grace is alive, living waters. If I dam up the grace, hold the blessings tight, joy within dies... waters that have no life.

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

Like the wind, Grace finds us wherever we are and won't leave us however we were found.

The gift list is thinking upon His goodness – and this, this pleases Him most! And most profits my own soul and I am beginning, only beginning, to know it. If clinging to His goodness is the highest form of prayer, then this seeing His goodness with a pen, with a shutter, with a word of thanks, these really are the most sacred acts conceivable. The ones anyone can conceive, anywhere, in the midst of anything. Eucharisteo takes us into His love.

Just that maybe … maybe you don’t want to change the story, because you don’t know what a different ending holds.

I began [blogging] because I have this handicap - I can't figure out my life or see God clearly unless I untangle my life again with words.

Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside.