It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence.

Fate is the malevolent little jester sitting up in the heavens and pondering over how ridiculous we humans are and he does his best to make fools out of all of us. And sooner or later he succeeds.

I am thankful to God for the grace of being alive.

Here I can become the blessing, a little life that multiplies joy, making the larger world a better place.God can enter into me, even me, and use these hands, these feet, to be His love, a love that goes on and on and on forever, endless cycle of grace.

I am so thankful for God__ mercy, grace, and patience for all the times I fell into sin. I am so grateful that He never stopped chasing me no matter how far I fell.

It makes no difference where you go, there you are. And it makes no difference what you have, there__ always more to want. Until you are happy with who you are, you will never be happy because of what you have.