From the notes on my phone, phrases I’ve recorded over the last few months. Some I’ve written around in my notebook or drafts; others I’ll write around over the next couple weeks:
Don’t find yourself here
It’s all been done before. Even that line.
Sorry I lacked the social grace to know not to…
Slow to wake
Stretching grace, grace holds
Freed from self-obsession
And from C.S. Lewis, a quote I heard in a sermon:
It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.
We are far too easily pleased: write on that idea, where it takes you.