Secrets intensify pain, but relief is found in telling.
Pain debilitates; relief motivates.
An extreme is a risk to itself.
When the baby is crying, we pick up the baby. Yet when our fragile, hungry souls cry …
Pain paralyzes some, but fuels others to stratospheric productivity.
The suffering of one should be the suffering of all.
Hidden sin is a public torment.
Pain is like alcohol. The first couple of hits are noticed most by the recipient; after that the effects are the most obvious to the observer.
The great size of the earth and the miniscule size of our awarenesses allows for one to suffer in a vaccum of silence and lonliness, while others sing and dance.
Pitch black emotional darkness and shattered, broken moments, empty of everything are allowed, and then grace runs through the cracks – dark light trickling in.
Being an authentic self requires huge doses of courage and energy, especially in making the first wobbling, ground breaking steps into the unknown.
Flying after being grounded by injury is worth every gram of force expended to get back off the ground.
Time is the gift we give the disabled; we wait patiently for them to move, to see, to understand. And who will not have a time when they do not need the gift of time?
The image of God is found in the faces of the dispossessed, the sick and the broken.
Never despise the grimace; it is the face of Christ.
