To grow up is to find the small part you are playing in the extraordinary drama written by somebody else.
A book comes and says, 'Write me.
We know you have a great mind and all, Mother, but you don’t have much sense.
Everything we do, our entire interior monologue, is prayer.
We do not draw people to Christ by loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a light that is so lovely that they want with all their hearts to know the source of it.
Wild nights are my glory!