Be careful whom you choose to hate. The small and the vulnerable own a protection great enough, if you could but see it, to melt you into jelly. Beware those who reside beneath the shadow of the Wings.

You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sins, you know, and cry tears while doing it that are genuine as any.

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

Pride is the rope God allows us all.

Routine is worry's sly assassin.

Once traveling, it's remarkable how quickly faith erodes. It starts to look like something else--ignorance, for example. Same thing happened to the Israelites. Sure it's weak, but sometimes you'd rather just have a map.

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