I think understanding your life as a story is a really terrific way of kind of knowing where you are and knowing who you are.

The inciting incident is how you get (characters) to do something. It's the doorway through which they can't return, you know. The story takes care of the rest.

...she wanted God to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant.

We believe we will be made whole by our accomplishments, our possessions, or our social status. It's written in the fabric of our DNA that life used to be beautiful and now it isn't, and if only this and only that, it would be beautiful again.

How disappointing would it be get to heaven and find out God created life to be enjoyed while all we did was worry?

I listened so hard because it felt like, while she was telling me stories, she was massaging my soul, letting me know that I was not alone, that I will never have to be alone, that there are friends and family and churches and coffee shops. I was not going to be cast into space.

Maybe life isn't meaningless...Maybe just YOUR life is meaningless