“Living meaningfully is what brings joy.”

Imagine the week ahead unfolding in an ever-increasing flow of miracles. Allow the image to sink into your heart. Receive it with a big yes!

God is the electricity and we are the lamps.

Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.

If you know what changes a heart, you know what changes the world.

I’ve come to trust not that events will always unfold exactly as I want, but that I will be fine either way. The challenges we face in life are always lessons that serve our soul’s growth.

Everything we do is either an act of love or a cry for help.

Love, when it is a sacred quest, is a space of resurrection and repair. It does more than help us survive a soulless world; it helps us to transform.

Magic happens when you tell the universe what you want it to do for you; miracles happen when you ask how you can be of service to the universe.

Each of us has a unique part to play in the healing of the world.

Your life shows up for you when you show up for your life.

I have lived enough to know great things will unfold for me externally only if I allow them to unfold for me internally.

The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and the acceptance of love.

Inner peace doesn’t come from getting what we want, but from remembering who we are.

In every community, there is work to be done. In every nation, there are wounds to heal. In every heart, there is the power to do it.

Every bird that sings, sings for you. Every breeze that blows, blows for you. Every sunray shines for you. If you only knew how loved you are.

Happiness is like rising bubbles — delightful and inevitably fleeting. Joy is the oxygen — ever present.

Be open and let the universe guide you to the place that you will be the happiest.

I will be still before you, lord, I will draw near. In this simple moment, I’m just happy to be here.

Even when I’m in quite a happy state of mind, I like writing really sad songs. I think a lot of people do.

There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It’s always been my way of expressing what for me is inexpressible by any other means.

Our prayers may be weak, stammering, and poor in our eyes. But if they come from a right heart, God understands them. Such prayers are His delight.

I hate albums that are really happy. When I am really happy, I don’t like to hear happy albums, and when I am really sad I don’t wanna hear happy albums… and I tend to gravitate towards the lonely and isolated anyway when I write.

The secret of happiness is in a cheerful, contented mind. He is poor who is dissatisfied; he is rich who is contented with what he has, and can enjoy what others own.