I am a hunter of beauty and I move slow and I keep the eyes wide, every fiber of every muscle sensing all wonder and this is the thrill of the hunt and I could...

How does it save the world to reject unabashed joy when it is joy that saves us? Rejecting joy to stand in solidarity with the suffering doesn’t rescue the suffering. The converse does. (Page 58)

How can I help this son of mine see when I can’t see? The parent must always self-parent first, self-preach before child-teach, because who can bring peace unless they’ve held their own peace?

When I fully enter time’s swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention, I slow the torrent with the weight of me all here.

Thanksgiving-giving thanks in everything-prepares the way that God might show us His fullest salvation in Christ.

The mind would rather fret about the future or pine over the past — so the mind can cling to its own illusion of control. But the current moment? It cannot be controlled. And what...

Life-changing gratitude does not fasten to a life unless nailed through with one very specific nail at a time.

Could it be — no one receives the peace of God without giving thanks to God? Is thankfulness really but the deep, contented breath of peacefulness? Is this why God asks us to give thanks...

The answer to anxiety is always to exalt Christ.

Eucharisteo means ‘to give thanks,’ and give is a verb, something that we do. God calls me to do thanks. to give the thanks away. That thanks-giving might literally become thanks-living. That our lives become...

… if the rent in the canvas of our life backdrop, the losses that puncture our world, our own emptiness, might actually become places to see. To see through to God. That that which tears...

It is true, I never stop wanting to learn the hard eucharisteo for deathbeds and dark skies and the prodigal sons. But I accept this is the way to begin, and all hard things come...

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.

Jesus embraced His not enough … He gives thanks … and there is more than enough. More than enough. Eucharisteo always precedes the miracle. And who doesn’t need a miracle like that everyday? Thanksgiving makes...

The true Love Dare. To move into His presence and listen to His love unending and know the grace uncontainable. This is the vault of the miracles. The only thing that can change us, the...

When the laundry is for the dozen arms of children or the dozen legs, it’s true, I think I’m due some appreciation. So comes a storm of trouble and lightning strikes joy. But when Christ...

If the heights of our joy are measured by the depths of our gratitude, and gratitude is but a way of seeing, a spiritual perspective of smallness might offer a vital way of seeing especially...

Eucharisteo, remembering with thanks, this is the bread. We take the moments as bread and give thanks and the thanks itself becomes bread. The thanks itself nourishes. Thanks feeds our trust…Manna with thanks, eat the...

But, someone, please give me—who is born again but still so much in need of being born anew—give me the details of how to live in the waiting cocoon before the forever begins?

Eucharisteo has taught me to trust that there is always enough God. He has no end.

A life contemplating the blessings of Christ becomes a life acting the love of Christ.

The brave who focus on all things good and all things beautiful and all things true, even in the small, who give thanks for it and discover joy even in the here and now, they...

And it’s the ‘Word of God’ that turns the rocks in the mouth to loaves on the tongue. That fills our emptiness with the true and real good, ‘that makes the eyes see’, the body...

Satan prowls but he’s a lion on a leash

At the last, this is what will determine a fulfilling, meaningful life, a life that, behind all the facades, every one of us longs to live: gratitude for the blessings that expresses itself by becoming...

I hunger for filling in a world that is starved.

Hurry always empties a soul.

… be radical about grace and relentless about truth and resolute about holiness…

If it were up to me…” and then the words pound, desperate and hard, “I’d write this story differently.”…”Just that maybe… maybe you don’t want to change the story, because you don’t know what a...

God can enter into me, even me, and use these hands, these feet, to be His love, a love that goes on and on and on forever, endless cycle of grace.

…the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.

…this counting blessings was the unlocking of the mystery of joy, joy, “the gigantic secret of the Christian,” joy hiding in gratitude … God had used the dare to give me this; led me all...

Without God’s Word as a lens, the world warps.

Losses do that. One life-loss can infect the whole of a life. Like a rash that wears through our days, our sight becomes peppered with black voids. Now everywhere we look, we only see all...

We only enter into the full life if our faith gives thanks. Because how else do we accept His free gift of salvation if not with thanksgiving? Thanksgiving is the evidence of our acceptance of...

So now we pause. Still. Ponder. Hush. Wait. Each day of Advent, He gives you the gift of time, so you have time to be still and wait. Wait for the coming of the God...

Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside.

When we lay the soil of our hard lives open to the rain of grace and let joy penetrate our cracked and dry places, let joy soak into our broken skin and deep crevices, life...

His secret purpose framed from the very beginning [is] to bring us to our full glory” (1 Corinthians 2:7 NEB).

I make soup and I back bread and I know my supreme need is joy in God and I know I can’t experience deep joy in God until I deep trust in God. I shine...

It is in the dark that God is passing by. The bridge and our lives shake not because God has abandoned, but the exact opposite: God is passing by. God is in the tremors. Dark...

Why do I lunge for control instead of joy?…do I thin Jesus grace too impotent to give me the full life…Whenever I am blind to joys well, isn’t it because I don’t believe in Gods...

I wear the lens of the Word and all the world transfigures into the Beauty of Christ and ‘everything is eucharisteo’.

I am a mother-tired, but when my soul doth magnify, my time doth magnify.

Expectations kill relationships — especially with God.

To get where you want to go, the first question you always have to answer is Where am I? … We only find out where we are when we find out where He is. We...

I know the theological answers, but do my blood and my pulse?

Stress isn’t only a joy stealer. The way we respond to it can be sin.

That which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To...

The real problem of life is never a lack of time. The real problem of life – in my life – is lack of thanksgiving.