My resentment is not something that can be easily distinguished and dealt with rationally.

Each little step toward the center seemed like an impossible demand, a demand requiring me to let go one more time from wanting to be in control, to give up one more time the desire to predict life, to die one more time to the fear of not knowing where it all will lead, and to surrender one more time to a love that knows no limits. And still, I kne

Now I’m working to adopt the practice of speaking directly and often to the God-Spirit living within me.

Rembrandt was the son, he became the father, and thus was made ready to enter eternal life.

I’m having to name my fear of the implications of being equal with others.

There is an Estonian proverb that says: “Who does not thank for little will not thank for much.” Acts of gratitude make one grateful because, step by step, they reveal that all is grace.

Soul of Christ sanctify me Body of Christ save me Blood of Christ inebriate me Water from the side of Christ wash me Passion of Christ strengthen me

I am still like the prodigal: traveling, preparing speeches, anticipating how it will be when I finally reach my Father’s house.

“There is one sort of person who seems to be silent, but inwardly criticizes other people. Such a person is really talking all the time.”