Changing husbands is only changing troubles.

It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough?

But it is daily tasks, daily acts of love and worship that serve to remind us that the religion is not strictly an intellectual pursuit, and these days it is easy to lose sight of that as, like our society itself, churches are becoming more politicized and polarized. Christian faith is a way of life, not an impregnable fortress made up of ideas; not a philosophy; not a grocery list of beliefs.

When you come to a place where you have to left or right, go straight ahead.

Only Christ could have brought us all together, in this place, doing such absurd but necessary things.

Spring seems far off, impossible, but it is coming. Already there is dusk instead of darkness at five in the afternoon; already hope is stirring at the edges of the day.

I write what I would like to read.