I think life is staggering and we're just too used to it.

I know, from the three visits I made to him, the blended composite of love and fear that exists only in a boy's notion of his father.

The heart responds to the conflict within a story.

God doesn't give us crying, pooping children because he wants to advance our careers.

I think, in the grand epic, Jesus is the hero of our stories. And our stories, as they were, are subplots in a grand epic and our job is not to be the hero of any story. Our job is to be a saint in a story that he is telling.

Grace only sticks to our imperfections. Those who can’t accept their imperfections can’t accept grace either.

*I want to keep walking away from the person I was a moment ago... *So soon you will be in that part of the book where you are holding the bulk of the pages in your left hand, and only a thin wisp of the story in your right. *We get one story, you and I, and one story alone....It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out.