Worry is a weighty monster with poisoned tentacles. It clutches at us, grabs at our minds, steals our breath, our will. It lurks. It pounces. It colors how we perceive the world.
Mary E. DeMuthOur task shouldn't be punishing the villains in our lives, but enlarging the God who heals us from all wounds.
Mary E. DeMuthWe cannot let the haters of this world define us. Or frighten us into no longer being ourselves.
Mary E. DeMuthWe grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in the darkness.
Mary E. DeMuth