When we lay the soil of our hard lives open to the rain of grace and let joy penetrate our cracked and dry places, let joy soak into our broken skin and deep crevices, life grows. How can this not be the best thing for the world? For us?
Gratitude for the seemingly insignificant – a seed – this plants the giant miracle.
God only allows pain if He’s allowing something new to be born.
Life-changing gratitude does not fasten to a life unless nailed through with one very specific nail at a time.
Hurry always empties a soul.
Real Womanhood isn’t a function of becoming a great mother, but of being loved by your Great Father.
There is a way to live the big of giving thanks in all things. It is this: to give thanks in this one small thing. The moments will add up.
Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.
All fear is but the notion that God’s love ends.
Simplicity is ultimately a matter of focus.
Gratitude is the most fruitful way of deepening your consciousness that you are a divine choice.
We give thanks to God not because of how we feel, but because of Who He is.
How long does it take your soul to realize that your life is full? The slower the living, the greater the sense of fullness and satisfaction.
Thanksgiving creates abundance.
Faith thanks God in the middle of the story.
I am a hunter of beauty and I move slow and I keep the eyes wide, every fiber of every muscle sensing all wonder and this is the thrill of the hunt and I could be an expert on the life full, the beauty meat that lurks in every moment. I hunger to taste life. God.
Homemaking is about making a home, not about making perfection.
The only way to care for the disadvantaged – is to disadvantage yourself -which is guaranteed to turn out for your advantage.
Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty. Complaint is the bitter howl of unbelief in any benevolent God in this moment, a distrust in the love-beat of the Father’s heart.
No one told me that it would all happen at the same hallowed time: Mothering is at once the hardest and the holiest and the happiest.