Unless and until we rest in God, we will never risk for God.
Busyness makes us stop caring about the things we care about.
All the wickedness in the world begins with an act of forgetting.
God gave us laughter, I think, as a balm to wash the wounds of our own blunders, as a splint to mend the bones we break in our rashness or vanity.
This is the love of God, an alchemy that can turn enemies into children.
Courage encourages courage.