It's impossible to grasp, let alone fathom that sometimes it's the worst storms that are the most regenerative... especially when one is being blown away by the seemingly contrary winds. Nevertheless, it's true; stay the course.

When we are brought to our knees by the violence in us that has masqueraded as righteousness, the man who one day stands aright again is not the same as the one who was fell. The task is to do our best to accept what God, in his merciful kindness, has given us to see about the selfishness in our own heart.

Dying to the self has nothing in it that the self dying wants, even though it may have reveled in the idea while seated upon its imagined throne.

Do whatever your intuition tells you to do to strengthen your new conviction; never-mind what others may think, although walk softly and do not depend upon others to really take your side. The kind of strength you need cannot be borrowed.

All is well... persist with your wish to see what's true; letting go follows, and following that... freedom in small unforgettable tastes.