My trust in God flows out of the experience of his loving me, day in and day out, whether the day is stormy or fair, whether I'm sick or in good health, whether I'm in a state of grace or disgrace. He comes to me where I live and loves me as I am.

A saint is not someone who is good but who experiences the goodness of God.

There is an extraordinary power in storytelling that stirs the imagination and makes an indelible impression on the mind.

Shame--what happened when my mother, the dragon, huffed and puffed and blew my self down.

Being the beloved is our identity, the core of our existence. It is not merely a lofty thought, an inspiring idea, or one name among many. It is the name by which God knows us and the way He relates to us

Without fear I can acknowledge that the authentic Christian tension is not between life and death, but between life and life.

The story goes that a public sinner was excommunicated and forbidden entry to the church. He took his woes to God. 'They won't let me in, Lord, because I am a sinner.' 'What are you complaining about?' said God. 'They won't let Me in either.