A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
et me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.
Let life be a deep let-go. See God opening millions of flowers every day without forcing the buds.