Use me, God. Show me how to take who I am, who I want to be, and what I can do, and use it for a purpose greater than myself.
When the sparrow sings its final refrain, the hush is felt nowhere more deeply than in the heart of man.
The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.
Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
Lessons that come easy are not lessons at all. They are gracious acts of luck. Yet lessons learned the hard way are lessons never forgotten.
You're my bread when I'm hungry You're my shelter from troubled winds You're my anchor in life's ocean Most of all You're my best friend
I don't believe that heaven waits for only those who congregate.
I was a huge Radiohead fan growing up.
A woman once told me that she did not feel the need to reach out to those around her because she prayed every day. Surely, this was enough. But a prayer is about our relationship to God; a blessing is about our relationship to the spark of God in one another. God may not need our attention as badly as the person next to us on the bus or behind us in line in the supermarket. Everyone in the world matters, and so do their blessings. When we bless others, we offer them refuge from an indifferent world.
You surround yourself with amazing, grade-A talent, and you're going to have to lift your game. You kind of thrive just by being around such people.
I am not the Jesus of the official church tolerated by those in power. I am not your superstar.