Learning to Walk in the Dark: Because Sometimes God Shows Up at Night

by Barbara Brown Taylor

All in all, the moon is a truer mirror for my soul than the sun that looks the same way every day.

When you love a child, you do not deal in reasonable probabilities. You deal in dreadful possibilities, which spool from your mind in repeating loops like the worst stories on the news.

What if I could learn to trust my feelings instead of asking to be delivered from them?

How many times since then have I rejected Love because it did not present itself the way I expected, in a form acceptable to me?

At this point I am more afraid of what I might leave out instead of what I might let in.