To allow myself to be loved by God in my deepest brokenness is to experience a love that defies human comprehension.

A hunger for beauty is at its heart a hunger for God.

The older I get the less I see spirituality as an accomplishment. It seems to me to be mostly a matter of letting go and being willing to receive the special gifts God desires to give to us in His timing.

Seeing ourselves through the eyes of grace frees us to be for others all we need to be.

But our wounds are part of who we are...and there is nothing left to chance....And pain's the pen that writes the songs....That call us forth to dance

Christmas is the celebration of the keeping of a promise. A saving promise.

To know that God loves us in the state of grace or disgrace is the most powerful motivation to respond with the aid of grace to His loving call.