What I ought to do and what I feel like doing are seldom the same thing.

Have we the humility to thank our Father for the gift of pain?

The way you keep your house, the way you organize your time, the care you take in your personal appearance, the things you spend your money on, all speak loudly about what you believe. The beauty of thy peace shines forth in an ordered life. A disordered life speaks loudly of disorder in the soul.

Our vision is so limited we can hardly imagine a love that does not show itself in protection from suffering. The love of God is of a different nature altogether. It does not hate tragedy. It never denies reality. It stands in the very teeth of suffering.

Faith does not eliminate questions. But faith knows where to take them.

One step at a time, over the years, as I sought to plumb the mystery of suffering (which cannot be plumbed), I began to see that there is a sense in which everything is a gift. Even my widowhood.

Holiness has never been the driving force of the majority. It is, however, mandatory for anyone who wants to enter the kingdom.