Can I love all of me, even the peevish parts?

I choose to believe in the God who makes me kinder.

Our family secret is soul-sucking depression.

We all want to feel at home, somewhere, somehow....

Words of worth rebound, resound...

Rooting ourselves in love as the source of all we are, Let us love.

My vet said, “She's telling you thank you for letting her go.”

Dying is scary, but we are brave, and we can talk about it together.

Let us imagine washing the feet of someone who has wronged us. Their feet, too, are calloused and muddy from the road.

I wasn’t really “born this way.” I grew this way.

We don’t need to understand why someone sets a boundary to respect it.

I rise on the shoulders of ancestors whose names I can not know.

It's my actions and choices that determine my connection to others.

There is no such thing as unskilled labor.

Loss binds us together undeniably.

Pleasure is one of the ways we know when we are free.

Once, during my ministerial internship, a woman I’ll call Clara came up to me during the hustle and bustle before the Sunday service. I knew that Clara struggled with anxiety; now, in great distress, she told me how anxious she was and that she didn’t know what to do. She was frantic, and I...

People of faith are experts in human kindness.

People find hope in the faith that they're held by something larger than themselves.

Mental illness is a spiritual problem as well as a psychiatric one.