Just the knowledge that a good book is waiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.

This is a God who is not identified with the help of a dictionary but through a relationship.

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

Over and over again mediocrity is promoted because real worth isn't to be found.

Prayer is not asking for what you think you want, but asking to be changed in ways you can't imagine.

Like faith, marriage is a mystery. The person you're committed to spending your life with is known and yet unknown, at the same time remarkably intimate and necessarily other. The classic seven-year itch may not be a case of familiarity breeding ennui and contempt, but the shock of having someone you thought you knew all too well suddenly seem a stranger. When that happens, you are compelled to either recommit to the relationship or get the hell out. There are many such times in a marriage.

Any life lived attentively is disillusioning as it forces us to know us as we are.