Mindset of the man too busy: I am too busy BEING God to become LIKE God.
Most of the things we need to be most fully alive never come in busyness. They grow in rest.
Many of us are confessional giants but ethical midgets.
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.
Physical sickness we usually defy. Soul sickness we often resign ourselves to.