Quotes from Lisa Wingate

I understood that feeling of regret, the sense that there was a moment when the paths divided and you chose one over the other.

There was no other place I loved so well as this one." "Me as well,"... For all the places I've loved, there have been none like this. This place is a deeper love, a sisterhood of water and sand and soul. A place where you fill me through my eyes and my ears, Father.

Forgive me, Father. Forgive my weakness. Forgive my wondering. Bring me to those beautiful shores of home and let me content my feet in the soft sands of all that you have prepared for me. Let me be thankful for all that you have given, neither hungering nor thirsting for what is not my cup. Your

Sometimes we cannot raise our chins and see eye to eye, so we must bow our heads and have faith in one another.

No matter how much we may love the melody of a bygone day or imagine the song of a future one, we must dance within the music of today, or we will always be out of step, stumbling around in something that doesn't suit the moment. "Before we were yours

My mama used to say the blues is an ailment that don't like no sunshine in the room.

A little act of service. Is it possible that all service is worship? The words were still in my head.

The storms come and it's water and wind as far as the eye can see for a bit. But winds calm and the waters drain. We find our feet again, and the ground under us sprouts a new crop of seed. That is always the way of it. I don't suppose this storm will be any different.

Things could be worse is wearing thin. I'm exhausted. I'm confused. I am effectively talking to the air.

Lot of stories. Sad thing when stories die for the lack of listenin' ears.

Father, help these young people to see. Help them to show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others. In power that channels itself into kindness, in a hand outstretched in love. Be with these determined students. Help them to believe, when the naysayers come, that you make all things possible. "'And,

There is a moth in a cocoon outside the window... [It] has labored for hours... Inside the darkness, does it know why it must struggle? Somewhere in the mass of cells and neurons that make up its tiny body, is it aware that the struggle is God's way of pumping fluid into its wings? If not for the struggle, it would come into the world with a swollen body and flightless wings. It would be a creature without strength, unable to fulfill its purpose.