All My Knotted-Up Life: A Memoir

by Beth Moore

Somehow in the mess of it, Jesus stayed. He kept his commitment to me when I was at a loss to consistently keep what seemed a single commitment to him.

Sometimes you wake up when you don’t even want to. But maybe God keeps you waking up till one day, many days later, you grow a little gladder that you did.

I’ve come to believe that, far beyond the more romantic things, love means finding some measure of safety with one another in a world that couldn’t be less safe.

You want to know how to love me? Love my children. You want to be good to me? Be good to my children.

Novices don’t know that every Mexican restaurant can be judged by its salsa. If it’s poor, don’t order. Simply leave a tip for the waiter’s trouble and proceed directly to your car and put on your sunglasses so no one will see you crying.