At that moment of realization (that union with God is always present), that's when God let me go, let me slide through His fingers with this last compassionate, unspoken message: You may return here once you have fully come to understand that you are always here.

Faith is belief in what you cannot see or prove or touch. Faith is walking face-first and full-speed into the dark.

He was powerful and I died of love in his shadow.

True power comes from standing in your own truth and walking your own path.

What kind of dog is that?" I would always give the same answer: "She's a brown dog." Similarly, when the question is raised, "What kind of God do you believe in?" my answer is easy: "I believe in a magnificent God.

You love new boyfriend?" "I think so. Yes." "Then you must spoil him. And he must spoil you.

Every intimacy carries secreted somewhere below its initial lovely surfaces, the ever-coiled makings of complete catastrophe.