I finished the book with a ringing and surprising affirmation: “I am not like that!! I don’t wrestle with acedia or depression. That has never been who I am.” I had just put down Acedia & me by Kathleen Norris, a writer whom I really admire, struck by the differences between us, both women on […]

The stories we tell ourselves determine who we are.

It is an illusion that we can move closer to God.

Like wood, it’s our imperfections, sanded, stained and polished, that are beautiful.

Only God can heal our deep woundedness.

It is important to put these in perspective.