There is a place where words are born of silence.
Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.
The source of now is here.
Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.
The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did.
With life as short as a half-taken breath, don't plant anything but love.