Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes including you.

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.

Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes…Including you.

The movement of grace toward gratitude brings us from the package of self-obsessed madness to a spiritual awakening. Gratitude is peace.

Grace is the light or electricity or juice or breeze that takes you from that isolated place and puts you with others who are startled and embarassed and eventually grateful as you are to be there.

Grace in the theological sense is that force that infuses our lives, that keeps letting us off the hook.

Raising a child, whether or not it is yours, is like Nautilus of the heart and soul.

I sat down in the sand, breathless with shame and failure. God, I thought, some defender of the weak. Some freedom fighter, Joan of Arc in sunscreen.

To love yourself as you are is a miracle, and to see yourself is to have found yourself, for now. And now is all we have, and love is who we are.

Lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.