Satan prowls but he’s a lion on a leash

...the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.

A life contemplating the blessings of Christ becomes a life acting the love of Christ.

Joy is the realest reality, the fullest life, and joy is always given, never grasped. God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy.

Gratitude for the seemingly insignificant—a seed—this plants the giant miracle.

Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.

Simplicity is ultimately a matter of focus.

Eucharisteo—thanksgiving—always precedes the miracle.

Thanksgiving-giving thanks in everything-prepares the way that God might show us His fullest salvation in Christ.

Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside.

I want to see beauty. In the ugly, in the sink, in the suffering, in the daily, in all the days before I die, the moments before I sleep.

Never give up just because you failed initially

The more you love music, the more music you love.

When a Dragon, an Elf, and a Human walk into a bar, the Human is always going to be the punch line.

We glorify God by living lives that honor Him.

Organised religion, organised anything, requires commitment and requires an engagement with something. A lot of the time, we don't want to commit.

Worry is simply thinking the same thing over and over again and not doing anything about it.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

No two men are alike, and both of them are happy for it.

Roarke cares very much for Beth and for me, and a few select others. But loves? I'm not sure he'd let himself risk quite that unstable an emotion.

Look, you're really cute, but I can't understand what you're saying