A messy mortal is my friend. Come walk with me in the mud.

Problems assault us to the degree they preoccupy us. The key to release, rest, and inner freedom is not the elimination of all external difficulties. It is letting go of our pattern of reactions to those difficulties.

Within me is the potential to commit every evil act I see being committed by other men, and unless I feel this potential, I can at any moment be controlled by these same urges. I am free from these urges only if I recognize when I am feeling them, and while feeling them and acknowledging them to be me, choose not to follow them. Only in this way can I begin to regain the disowned parts of me. And only in this way can I know what it is I am criticizing in others.

Unless I accept my faults, I will most certainly doubt my virtues.

I live now and only now, and I will do what I want to do this moment and not what I decided was best for me yesterday.

To avail yourself of His certain wisdom, ask of Him whatever questions you have. But do not entreat Him, for that will never be necessary.

All my life, I have made it complicated, but it is so simple. I love when I love. And when I love, I am myself.