Something deep in all of us yearns for God's beauty, and we can find it no matter where we are.
Sue Monk KiddSoul. The word rebounded to me, and I wondered, as I often had, what it was exactly. People talked about it all the time, but did anybody actually know? Sometimes I'd pictured it like a pilot light burning inside a person--a drop of fire from the invisible inferno people called God. Or a squashy substance, like a piece of clay or dental mold, which collected the sum of a person's experiences--a million indentations of happiness, desperation, fear, all the small piercings of beauty we've ever known.
Sue Monk KiddLook, I know you meant well creating the world and all, but how could you let it get away from you like this? How come you couldn't stick with your original idea of paradise? People's lives were a mess.
Sue Monk KiddStanding there, I loved myself and I hated myself. That's what the black Mary did to me, made me feel my glory and my shame at the same time.
Sue Monk Kidd