There is a limit to how much you can change to be liked for who you really are.
What a unique treasure are the things we have learned to live without, for no thief can take them from us.
God left so many fingerprints at the scene of creation that you wonder — does He want to be found, or does He want to be stopped?
An old belief is like an old shoe. We so value its comfort that we fail to notice the hole in it.
In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.