“I am very busy delighting in the lord. The lord is very busy with the desires of my heart.”

God likes your participation. Don’t let pressure and perfection paralyze you.

How much I daydream about heaven and how much I believe I’m going there are probably directly proportional.

There will always be a reason not to pray.

I sought the lord and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears.

I’m either about to fail miserably or I’m about to have a huge break through and to be honest that’s my sweet spot or something.

I don’t need to see how, I just need to know you.

I know that you are annoyed with me because of how holy you are and because your sacrifice has not made me holy, too.

Don’t self protect from your miracle.

Stop believing in worlds not made by his words.

I ask jesus for the smallest things, because it turns out he cares about everything.

You thought it wouldn’t live again. But it will live again.

You were made for answered prayers.

Ruined for anything but wild divine love.

Everything is temporary but what glitters in heaven. Now Lord, what glitters in heaven? only love my dear, only love.

God is not unjust (or cruel) you don’t need to worry that you missed it somewhere. Eternity is real, everything he said back was true.

I just want you to know that nothing hidden heals.

We all need to learn a new language for love – a language that speaks not in socks, pancakes, and paychecks, but in shared fascination with physics or poetry, delight in each other’s uniqueness, and mutual practical and emotional support.

A fondness for reading changes the inevitable dull hours of our life into exquisite hours of delight.

The children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.

Sensual is everything that refers to the delight of the senses. And that’s what artists do, is stimulate the senses in any possible way.

Our delight in any particular study, art, or science rises and improves in proportion to the application which we bestow upon it. Thus, what was at first an exercise becomes at length an entertainment.

The degradation which characterizes the state into which you plunge him by punishing him pleases, amuses, and delights him.

How delightful are the pleasures of the imagination! In those delectable moments, the whole world is ours; not a single creature resists us.

We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one’s life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.