The truth, even though I cannot feel it right now, is that I am the chosen child of God, precious in God's eyes, called the Beloved from all eternity and held safe in an everlasting embrace... We must dare to opt consciously for our chosenness and not allow our emotions, feelings, or passions to seduce us into self-rejection.

The art of living is to enjoy what we can see and not complain about what remains in the dark.

We have to trust that our stories deserve to be told. We may discover that the better we tell our stories the better we will want to live them.

Did I offer peace today? Did I bring a smile to someone's face? Did I say words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and resentment? Did I forgive? Did I love?' These are the real questions. I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now will be many fruits, here in this world and the life to come.

Good families always ritualize the table. You can say, "This is a Christmas meal; this is a birthday meal."

The main question is not, how can we hide our wounds...but how can we put our woundedness in service to others.

Compassion means full immersion in the condition of being human.