Blog Post
“O God,” you pray, “I’m so small and the universe is so big. What can I possibly say? What can I add to this explosion of glory? My mind is slow and unsteady, my heart is twisted and tired, my hands are smudged with sin. I have nothing — nothing — to offer.”
Write about that.
“What do you mean?”
Write about your smallness. Write about your sin, your heart, your inability to say anything worth saying. Watch what happens.
— Andrew Peterson
“You can safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.”
—Anne Lamott
“Life is so beautiful. Life is so hard.”
—Kate Bowler, Everything Happens For A Reason
“And every new day, this is the turn my heart must make: I’m living this life, the life right in front of me. This one where marriages struggle. This one where we aren’t living as we thought we might or as we hoped we would. This one where we are weary, where we want to make a difference but aren’t sure where to start, where we have to get dinner on the table or the kids’ teeth brushed, where we have back pain and boring weeks, where our lives look small, where we doubt, where we wrestle with meaninglessness, where we worry about those we love, where we struggle to meet our neighbors and love those closest to us, where we grieve, where we wait. And on this particular day, Jesus knows me and declares me his own.”
–Tish Harrison Warren
“Redemption is crashing into our little stretch of the universe, bit by bit, day by day, mile by coming mile…We are waiting, but we will make it home.”
–Tish Harrison Warren
“My whole life feels segmented. No one knows the whole 360 degrees of my existence. Except, that is, God.
God knows “when I sit and when I rise…my going out and my lying down”. God knows that I went to spin class yesterday.
God knows how well I slept last night.
God knows that I really need to buy toothpaste this afternoon, what I’m loving on Netflix at the moment, and what I’m doing on Saturday.
God is “familiar with all my ways”. He knows, he knows, he knows all 360 degrees of you. He knows you even better than you know yourself.”
—Rachel Jones, Is This It?
“Everyone wants the stars. Everyone wishes to grasp that which exists out of reach. To hold the extraordinary in their hands and keep the remarkable in their pockets.”
“We are all stardust and stories.”
“These doors will sing. Silent siren songs for those who seek what lies behind them. For those who feel homesick for a place they’ve never been to. Those who seek even if they do not know what (or where) it is that they are seeking. Those who seek will find. Their doors have been waiting for them.”
― Erin Morgenstern
“Books, too, had hearts, though they were not the same as people’s, and a book’s heart could be broken: she had seen it happen before. Grimoires that refused to open, their voices gone silent, or whose ink faded and bled across the pages like tears.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns
“This is what the things can teach us:
to fall,
patiently to trust our heaviness.
Even a bird has to do that
before he can fly.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke