Quotes About Renewal

I AWAKENED THAT MORNING to birdsong. It was only the little yellow bird who lives in the locust tree outside our bedroom window,

Sweet April showersDo spring May flowers.

When you find a chillness upon your souls, and that your former heat begins to abate, ply yourselves with warm clothes, get those good books that may acquaint you with such truths as may warm and affect your hearts.

Do not rest in baptism; what is it to have the water, and want the Spirit?

A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you . . . I will be your God" (Ezek. 36:26,28).

As Plato, the dangerous beguiler, said: the best philosophers in the world are boys with their beards new on their chins; I am a boy again.

MRS. ANTROBUS: What, George? What have you lost? ANTROBUS: The most important thing of all: The desire to begin again, to start building.

Cause it's not too late It's never too late

nada permanece más que el cambio.

It was as if a gust of wind had blown open a window in my heart and a sweet bird had flown in and made a nest.

metanoesis—from

She'd hoped he'd be her forever guy. She was so tired of starting over with a new man every couple years, only to be abandoned for unspecified reasons. When bad things happened over and over, it was a sign. God was telling you to change. Your attitude, your hair, your address.

But part of her calm was also knowing that those abysmal final years of their relationship could never happen to the person she was now. There's no way she could let a man make her feel so unseen for so long. Now she knew what it was like to be seen.

You put me back together when I was in pieces. You gave me confidence, and reminded me that I was lovable. You saved me.

Dawn makes a sound. If you listen closely right as the sun starts to come up, you'll hear it. It's like the echo of birth; silence, followed by a gentle push, moans, and then the sloppy deluge of life. On good days I like it because it reminds me that I am alive. On bad days it makes me feel like dust.

Dawn makes a sound. If you listen closely, right as the sun starts to come up, you'll hear it. It's like the echo of birth: silence, followed by a gentle push, followed by moans, then the sloppy deluge of new life. On good days I like it because it reminds me that I'm alive. On bad days it makes me feel like dust.

Lying next to Eliza, I had the feeling I'd just found something I didn't even know I'd lost. We hovered above the moment like two rain clouds, until I said: "Don't swear off all fruit just because you ate one bad apple.

Do you think people can change?" I nodded, refusing to consider the possibility that any of us are doomed to die the same sorry people we sometimes become.

Dawn makes a sound. If you listen closely, right as the sun starts to come up, you'll hear it. It's like the echo of birth: silence, followed by a gentle push, followed by moans, then the sloppy deluge of new life. On good days I like it because it reminds me that I'm alive. On bad days it makes me feel like dust.

From now on, I'll have to be my own rock. Rebuild my own life. Start afresh. I've done it before, and I'll do it again.

Sometimes you get the sense that the Creator is getting to that point of "Yeah, we might have to reboot".

Jesus is handing out God's party invitations. They read: "You're invited to my party in the new creation. Come as you are.

Normally we go in, we do a series and then that's it, we're axed!

I go back to St. Lucia, and the exhilaration I feel is not simply the exhilaration of homecoming and of nostalgia. It is almost an irritation of feeling: 'Well, you never got it right. Now you have another chance. Maybe you can try and look harder.'