When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.
Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.
Tender words we spoke to one another are sealed in the secret vaults of heaven. One day like rain, they will fall to earth and grow green all over the world.
What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.
The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions. Too often we put the saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.