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

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

But hope has an astonishing resilience and strength. Its very persistence in our hearts indicates that it is not a tonic for wishful thinkers but the ground on which realists stand.

Laundry, liturgy and women's work all serve to ground us in the world, and they need not grind us down. Our daily tasks, whether we perceive them as drudgery or essential, life-supporting work, do not define who we are as women or as human beings.

Not money, or success, or position or travel or love makes happiness,--service is the secret.

One may have been a fool, but there's no foolishness like being bitter.

I write what I would like to read.