Weeds of the world…
· 30 September 2005
The trouble with the weeds of the world is that often we don’t recognize them as weeds.
« πλ | Discernment »
· 30 September 2005
The trouble with the weeds of the world is that often we don’t recognize them as weeds.
« πλ | Discernment »
· 29 September 2005
The first step toward becoming free for God is the realization of how unfree we are.
« πλ | Detachment »
· 28 September 2005
Peace is the simplicity of heart, serenity of mind, tranquility of soul, the bond of love.
· 27 September 2005
A definition of faith: everything will be alright by God’s standards, maybe not ours, but by His for sure.
· 26 September 2005
Truth doesn’t change because we want it to. …Truth, when we are fortunate enough to find it, is like bad-tasting medicine. It rarely comes as a pleasant surprise, because if it surprises us, it means we’ve been denying it for some time and have a lot of beliefs based on falsehood. It’s hard to give up those beliefs.
· 25 September 2005
Think twice before you speak, because your words and influence will plant the seed of either success or failure in the mind of another.
· 24 September 2005
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
· 23 September 2005
Realize that the surface personality has no interest in anything which might disturb its darling delusions.
· 22 September 2005
Trying to coach kindergarteners in soccer is like trying to herd cats.
« πλ | Observation »
· 21 September 2005
A real friend is like an angel who warms you by their presence and remembers you in their prayers.
« πλ | Friendship »
· 20 September 2005
The desire is your prayers; and if your desire is without ceasing, your prayer will also be without ceasing. The continuance of your longing is the continuance of your prayer.
· 19 September 2005
God has editing rights over our prayers. He will…edit them, correct them, bring them in line with His will and then hand them back to us to be resubmitted.
· 18 September 2005
What seem our worst prayers may really be, in God’s eyes, our best. Those, I mean, which are least supported by devotional feeling. For these may come from a deeper level than feeling. God sometimes seems to speak to us most intimately when he catches us, as it were, off our guard.
· 17 September 2005
In the darkest night to be certain of the dawn…to go through Hell and to continue to trust in the goodness of God—this is the challenge and the way.
· 16 September 2005
Always remember that striving and struggle precede success, even in the dictionary.
· 15 September 2005
There are no hopeless situations, only people who think hopelessly.
· 14 September 2005
Each day offers us the gift of being a special occasion if we can simply learn that as well as giving, it is blessed to receive with grace and a grateful heart.
« πλ | Grace, Hope, Thanksgiving »
· 13 September 2005
The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
Yes, the scar remains, but the wound is indeed healed. And that scar becomes a part of your and His glory.
· 12 September 2005
Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wonderous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.
· 11 September 2005
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
« πλ | Friendship »
· 10 September 2005
Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.
· 9 September 2005
Without the burden of afflictions, it is impossible to reach the height of grace. The gift of grace increases as the struggles increase.
· 8 September 2005
My friend, if I could give one thing, I would wish for you the ability to see yourself as others see you. Then you would realize what a truly special person you are.
« πλ | Friendship »
· 6 September 2005
Love contains a contradiction in terms.
Everything belongs…
· 5 September 2005
There is a spider called Amaurobius, which lives in a burrow and has its young in the late summer, and then it dies when the frosts begin, and the young spiders live through the cold by eating their mother’s dead body. One can’t believe that’s an accident. I don’t know that I imagined God as having thought it all out, but somehow He was connected with the pattern, He was the pattern…
· 4 September 2005
Love appears in writing between the lines.