When it's time to die, go ahead and die, and when it's time to live, live. Don't sort-of-maybe live, but live like you're going all out, like you're not afraid.

He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.

It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.

My mother's life was way too heavy for me.

We have to acknowledge sometimes that this moment is enough. This place is enough. I am enough.

She didn't even know how dangerous the truth could be, all the tiny, shattering seeds it carried.

God is at the tip of our scalpels, our screwdrivers, our computer terminals, our dust rags, our vacuum cleaners, our pencils and pens. He is with us in our wheelchairs, or on our hospital beds, when all we can do is sit or lie flat. When we envision Him and His purpose in what we do, then we begin to grow aware of His presence in the middle of it. We are able to engage in our inward conversation with Him as we work, naturally, without strain. He becomes our partner, our collaborator.