The Faith Club: A Muslim, A Christian, A Jew--Three Women Search for Understanding

this sounds a little simple, but I think if we didnt know illness we wouldnt really feel the exhiliration of good health. and if we never cried, we wouldnt be able to recognize joy. in a way, the good only gains value when it is contrasted with the bad

I thank you, God, who lives always, and Who, as i awaken, has in mercy returned my soul to me; we can ever trust in you.

The more that science unravels about the wonder of life and the universe, the more i am in are of it. the beauty and wonder of the universe and all that surrounds us offers proof of God. I like that idea

nobody knew i was broken, that my body reared up and betrayed me on a regular basis.

And I think that if you are lucky enough to give and receive love, then you can be happy in the face of suffering. I was talking to a friend about this and we decided that maybe heaven is just that...love. And that heaven exists on a day-to-day basis within people. When they give and receive love, that's a little slice of heaven.

The world is imperfect, but there are millions of perfect moments.

Imagine this: Take your problems, all of them, from the tiniest, annoying concerns to the most horrific, difficult challenges, and put all those problems into a brown paper bag. Then imagine if everyone else in the world took all their problems and put them into their own paper bags. Think of how many bags there would be, all piled up into one gigantic mountain of brown paper. If you were told you could pick any bag of problems and take it home with you, do you think you'd want someone else's problems? I don't think so. You'd be scampering like crazy to find your own bag in that mountain of brown paper.

I don’t always seem to be born again. Sometimes I seem to be curled up in the fetal position, hiding.