By the time we were knit in our mothers wombs our lives were like open books before Him--every sentence read every paragraph indented every chapter titled every page numbered. He knew it all in advance--all the sin all the selfishness every weakness. Yet He chose to love us--lavishly.

We both just stood there. I let the breeze brush against my skin the sun release the tension in my muscles. It was as close as I had felt to God in a long time. Its like were praying Celeste whispered. Only were not saying anything.

You must learn to tell worry from thought and thought from prayer. Sometimes a light will go from your life and a thought becomes a prayer til you are strong enough to stand under the weight of your own thought again.

Rather than walk about holy places we can thus pause in our thoughts examine our heart and visit the wheel promised land.

If you are religious pray. If you are philosophical contemplate. If you are spiritual meditate.

Signore Buon Dioabbiate pazienzason di nuovo io.

Prayer is making space available for God to do beautiful things with your life.

The ascetic remembrance of death is opposed to akedia to anxiety to depression and becomes a powerful reminder of eternity its joyful nostalgia.

There can be no prevailing in prayer without travailing in prayer.

He had no idea that he never went out of the house without her blessing going with him too hovering like a little echo of finished love round that once dear head