“Christ went more willingly to the cross than we do to the throne of grace.”

The strength of patience hangs on our capacity to believe that God is up to something good for us in all our delays and detours.

Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’ Do not entomb her in a pretty pink tower and insist that only the degree of her physical appeal may set her free. Teach her to fight her way out, to consume books and spit knowledge to lesser boys who insist she is just beautiful and nothing more. Teach her to love her body not to manipulate and put a price tag on herself as a defined worth she shall be immeasurable she shall be more than this. Do not let her break herself down when the boy in kindergarden hits her because he likes her. What are you really teaching her? Pain and love are not synonymous neither are pretty and perfection. Teach her to be kind to be harsh to be demure to be wild to be sensitive to be thick-skinned But good god, Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

You can’t tell God,

My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were more educated and more intelligent than college professors.

“How it must break His heart when we walk around so desperate for the kind of love He waits to give us each and everyday.”