No, I am not powerful nor do I wish to be, for it is God using my weakness that makes me potent and I would never wish to surrender that.

Maybe I need to immerse the fabric of my soul in torrential nature of Christmas, and in doing so to finally understand that it is the very thing that can make the world what I so wish it were.

The art of living is to rise above lesser things so that we can truly enjoy great things. And the message of Christmas is the greatest of all things.

Doing life without God is not doing life.

If I were to be brutally honest with myself, how often is my journey actually a path designed to circumvent my journey?

Whatever I ‘align’’ myself with are the very things that will create a ‘line’ into my future.

The present is too often squandered grieving the past or fearing the future, which makes the present nothing more than a cheap facsimile of what was or what will be instead of what it could be.

At this moment God might not necessarily be a necessity, but know that His absence will of necessity eventually result in His necessity.

To keep my life free of evil I must of necessity keep my life full of God, for keeping my life full of anything else will give evil everything else.

To fully understand how utterly amazing we really are we must first understand all of the things about us that are not, and then we must make our habitation where they are not.

I am most thankful for what I don’t have, for had my life’s wish list been filled in the manner I had chosen I would be steeped in meaningless trinkets verses bathed in God’s treasures.

When you think in silence you cannot speak your mind.

Selene’s life is a lesson to us that the trajectory of women’s equality hasn’t always been a forward march. In some ways the ancients were more advanced than we are today

I used to have six theories and no kids. Now I have six kids and no theories.

After all, the lies did serve to keep something from somebody, and the somebody was us.

A thousand candles can be lit from one candle, however the life of the original candle is not shortened in the least.

There is only a finger's difference between a wise man and a fool.

Art like life, should be free, since both are experimental.

I'm learning to hate the sound of my own voice.

You want the story to end when it's supposed to and not be squeezed for somebody's financial gain.

Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.