Let me become empty, that you may fill me up. Let me become desolate, that my hunger for you may grow.
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 devil came to me disguised as more, one more good thing I could do, should do, and then another, and another.
The one who loves you most…that one is God’s messenger.
Next to my existence, perhaps your greatest gift to me is my not knowing…what the future holds…