When we magnify our problems by starring at them too intently for too long, we miss the broader view.

Revelations come when we begin to heal, when we make a commitment to come Under the Light.

If there is one image that is emblematic of who I want to be, it’s the woman with the bald head under that cap—not only a picture of resilience but more of a willingness to be transformed.

I wandered the rooms and corridors in search of soul and discovered it in me.

Criticism is the beauty killer.

The winner is the first one to finish.

Healing is not something to be chased. It is something to be proclaimed.

Exacting a life purpose from unexpected circumstance is precisely why I believe we were brought here. Not to fabricate or invent a reason for existence, but to celebrate existence for its own sake.

The extravagance is never about the gift, it is about our willingness to deeply and profoundly love.

There are headlines tucked inside our ordinary conversations, like exquisite and knowing poetry written of our lives.

Few things with the word “instant” in front of them are of value. And then there’s prayer.

How far must you travel to get to where you need to be from where you are?

We come. And go. Like fairy dust we sprinkle little pieces of ourselves, here…and there. Ours is an outflow, an overflow of what we’ve been given: A necessary sacrifice.

I like to think that what I’m asked to walk through is God’s signal that something fresh is coming, no matter how many twists and turns.

Peace is not some passive thing, not a resolution to the news.
It is the disposition of a power position. It’s the transcendence of a bounded and restricted view.

Wouldn’t God’s healing in every aspect of my life be a more powerful testimony than any man-made cure?

My companion imagines I am contemplating the river. But I am absorbed in the One who dips us down in water and raises up new life.  

The impossibility of time marching is ours to bear, to embrace.

What we contemplate in our closed circles, sitting on our metal folding chairs, isn't meant to remain a secret, it is meant to change the world.

We are not helpless in the “looking on.” We who are indwelt with the Spirit are limitless, our petitions go forward as convoys of advancing help.

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