Let me become empty, that you may fill me up. Let me become desolate, that my hunger for you may grow.
A Piece of Goodness
The true test of faith is not believing in God or subscribing to a certain image of God, but rather believing in my own goodness.
The question is not whether God hears our prayers ,but rather whether we hear God’s prayers for us.
God was the fabric of the forest. Timeless energy, in the living, and in the dying and decay, in the air and the earth…
The devil came to me disguised as more, one more good thing I could do, should do, and then another, and another.