Believing in God is as much like falling in love as it is making a decision. Love is both something that happens to you and something you decide upon.

If we knew how much God loved us and was for us, we’d talk to Him all day long.

The trouble with deep belief is that it costs something. And there is something inside me, some selfish beast of a subtle thing that doesn't like the truth at all because it carries responsibility, and if I actually believe these things I have to do something about them. It is so, so cumbersome to believe anything. And it isn't cool.

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

The real voice is stiller and smaller and seems to know, without confusion, the difference between right and wrong and the subtle delineation between the beautiful and profane. It's not an agitated voice, but ever patient as though it approves a million false starts. The voice I am talking about is a deep water of calming wisdom.

Self-discipline will never make us feel righteous or clean; accepting God's love will.

People love to have lived a great story, but few people like the work it takes to make it happen.