on my way

“With Christ everything adds up. Life gels. Ideas change and keep changing. The thinkers and mystics with their visions have never brought positive assurance to one soul. Sophisticated talk never cured a wife-beater or comforted a beaten wife. Jesus stirs hearts, quickens pulses, and brings new life. He brings the warmth of divine love coursing through their very veins. Jesus is alive. Glory to God.”

“I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.”

“She was saying goodbye and she didn’t even know it.”

““How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?””

“I am awfully sentimental. Of books, belongings, people, places. It matters very little how positive or negative the experience was. If it shared some meaningful time in my life, I’ll have trouble letting go.”

“I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.”

“A sea of grief. How did my heart come to become this? No, this won’t do. The seasons have changed. I will too.”