Remembering with thanks is what causes us to trust - to really believe.

Are stress and worry evidence of a soul too lazy, too undisciplined, to keep gaze fixed on God?

And when I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow within me.

Gratitude's not a natural posture. The prince of darkness is ultimately a spoiled ingrate, and I've spent most of my life as kin to the fist-shaker.