In every spiritual journey there are the seasons…A time when we need to try our hardest, and a time when we harden our hearts by trying.
I was clinging to the edge of the great abyss, only through trust. And then I let go.
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.