Hope is like yeast, you know, rising under warmth.

My sister, Swede, who often sees to the nub, offered this: People fear miracles because they fear being changed--though ignoring them will change you also. Swede said another thing, too, and it rang in me like a bell: No miracle happens without a witness. Someone to declare, Here's what I saw. Here's how it went. Make of it what you will.

I prayed the Lord would sort (my prayers) out and answer as needed. Above all that he would hurry.

When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.

Sometimes heroism is nothing more than patience, curiosity, and a refusal to panic.

Routine is worry's sly assassin.

It is one thing to be sick of your own infirmities and another to understand that the people you love most are sick of them also. You are very near then to being friendless in the world.