According to the Talmud, every blade of grass has its own angel bending over it, whispering, “Grow, grow. - Barbara Brown Taylor

The effort to untangle the human words from the divine seems not only futile to me but also unnecessary, since God works with what is. God uses whatever is usable in a life, both to speak and to act, and those who insist on fireworks in the sky may miss the electricity that sparks the human heart.

There is a light that shines in the darkness, which is only visible there.

Every human interaction offers you the chance to make things better or to make things worse.