A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.”
With life as short as a half taken breath, don’t plant anything but love.
Grace is the breath that immediately follows a failure, the breath that reminds us life is not ended by one mistake or measured by one moment. Grace is the breath with which we make amends and start again. Grace, like breath, should never be wasted.
You cannot know it now,cannot even imaginewhat lies ahead,but I tell youthe day is comingwhen breath willfill your lungsas it never has before,and with your own earsyou will hear wordscoming to you newand startling.You will dream dreamsand you will see the worldablaze...
Was there a moment, known only to God, when all the stars held their breath, when the galaxies paused in their dance for a fraction of a second, and the Word, who had called it all into being, went with all his love into the womb of a young girl, and the universe...
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
That is what I know: that the small is huge, that the tiny is vast, that pain is part and parcel of the gift of joy, and that this is love, and then there is everything else. You either walk toward love or away from it with every breath you draw. from One Long River...