Sometimes when I watch my dog, I think about how good life can be, if we only lose ourselves in our stories. Lucy doesn't read self-help books about how to be a dog; she just IS a dog. All she wants to do is chase ducks and sticks and do other things that make both her and me happy. It makes me wonder if that was the intention for man, to chase sticks and ducks, to name animals, to create families, and to keep looking back at God to feed off his pleasure at our pleasure.

Meaning is something we experience more than we attain. It's like finding a nice, easy current in a river that carries you through life.

People who live great stories know failure isn’t a judgment, it’s an education.

I'm just trying to make the point that the story we're telling ourselves is often very different from the story we're telling the people around us.

Sunday morning church service is not an enormous priority; spending time with other believers is.

Today I wonder why it is God refers to Himself as 'Father' at all. This, to me, in light of the earthly representation of the role, seems a marketing mistake.

Relationships unlock certain parts of who we are supposed to be.