When I think of the incredible, incomprehensible sweep of creation above me, I have the strange reaction of feeling fully alive. Rather than feeling lost and unimportant and meaningless, set apart against galaxies which go beyond the reach of the furthest telescopes, I feel that my life has meaning. Perhaps I should feel insignificant, but instead I feel a soaring in my heart that the God who could create all this--and out of nothing--can still count the hairs of my head. (pg 11)and, seriously, who punctuates this way ... but it's perfect:
It is the nature of love to create, and no matter what we do to creation, that love is still there, creating; in the young man who is holding his jacket closed across his chest; in you; in me. (pg 13)Wednesday with Words at Ordo-Amoris. Join us with a quote from your current read!