Parenting is about preparing children to get along with each other, to get along with you and without you, and that it’s impossible to get along without God.
Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else’s, and you’ve just picked up a stick and beaten up your own soul.
Worry is belief gone wrong. Because you don’t believe that God will get it right. But peace – peace is belief that exhales. Because you believe that God’s provision is everywhere – like air.
Giving thanks is that: making the canyon of pain into a megaphone to proclaim the ultimate goodness of God when Satan and all the world would sneer at us to recant.
I fly to Paris and discover how to make love to God.
When grief is deepest, words are fewest.
Isn’t falling in love always the fullest life?
More important than a clean house is a close family.
Learning slowly to not be so reactionary while inserting verbal gratitude into stressful situations is almost like being healed of mental blindness.
Gratitude is not only a response to God in good times – it’s ultimately the very will of God in hard times. Gratitude isn’t only a celebration when good things happen. It’s a declaration that God is good no matter what happens.
Love doesn’t necessarily mean bless or agree with, it means sacrifice for and suffer with.
Because nothing is greater and we have no greater need, God gives God.
In naming that which is right before me, that which I’d otherwise miss, the invisible becomes visible.
Comparison is a thug that robs your joy. But its even more than that – Comparison makes you a thug who beats down somebody – or your soul.
When the heart and mind focus on things unseen – that’s when there’s a visible change in us.
I want a life that makes music – not just practices the piano.
We can worship Christ in our sanctuaries and we can pray to God on our knees, but how we treat – or neglect – the person next door, the poor, every human being, this is how we truly speak to Christ and this is how we really treat Jesus.
What if I gave thanks in the trouble, for the trouble, because the trouble is a gift that causes me to turn? What if I loved God not for His goods but for His love itself that is goodness enough?
What was intended to harm, God intended it all for good. And no matter what intends to harm you, God’s arms have you. You can never be undone.
Holy joy lies in the habit of murmuring thanks to God for the smallest of graces.