Thursday, September 27, 2018 at 12:16PM
Drew Wolfe

Donald Miller

When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are.

Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.

Fear is a manipulative emotion that can trick us into living a boring life.

Believing in God is as much like falling in love as it is making a decision. Love is both something that happens to you and something you decide upon.

I once listened to an Indian on television say that God was in the wind and the water, and I wondered at how beautiful that was because it meant you could swim in Him or have Him brush your face in a breeze.

It occurs to me it is not so much the aim of the devil to lure me with evil as it is to preoccupy me with the meaningless.

There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing. (They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz.) And as I lay there, it occurred to me that God is up there somewhere. Of course, I had always known He was, but this time I felt it, I realized it, the way a person realizes they are hungry or thirsty. The knowledge of God seeped out of my brain and into my heart. I imagined Him looking down on this earth, half angry because His beloved mankind had cheated on Him, had committed adultery, and yet hopelessly in love with her, drunk with love for her.


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