So many things I can’t change, so many things I can’t do over, and yet He is Himself a quiet habitation, a sure foundation, a shelter in any storm.
Boredom is what we call our diminished capacity for solitude. And so we have no space or time or art to make things that matter.
It was His final, fully human deed.
We may not be as afraid of what people think about our ideas as much as we are concerned that they see us in a certain way.