God holds us in the untamed moments too.

...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.

Satan prowls but he’s a lion on a leash

Living is suffering, Billy. Now give your mom a nice big hug.

One of the risks that comes with not living your life with a positive purpose, is that you would become vulnerable enough to be blown around by the winds of trials and tribulations.

Oh yes, even I cry. Just not over you. Who is "you?" The one who has to ask or the one who doesn't?

He may be my half brother, but we're not related. A chasm of incommunicable worlds lies between us.

We are at that age that balances between independence and conferring with your friends about every miniscule decision you make. I've never liked that part of adolescence.

I don't know how anyone gets anything done in cities. How can you live somewhere like London or New York, when there are 81 things to do every night? Awful. Give me solitude and space any time.

Glory is a scandal. Let me state once & for all: I do not wish to be civilized.

The soul raised over passion beholds identity and eternal causation, perceives the self-existance of Truth and Right, and calms itself with knowing that all things go well.

You are a sinner married to a sinner...and the happiest marriage is the union of two forgivers.

It sometimes is just the fear of being misunderstood.