John Powell
John Powell
our-lives
Our lives are shaped by those who love us
asking regular special treated
We're not asking to be treated in any special way. We're asking for the regular process.
reinventing-yourself
You can't reinvent yourself for every movie.
seven-years play understanding
I wanted to play music from the age of seven. I suddenly fell in love with it and that's what I was going to do, or to be involved with music. It was just speaking to me at a level that as a seven year old I suddenly realized the world was capable of supporting in my head a lot more than what I was understanding verbally and visually.
wisdom pain soul
There is no such thing as a peace of soul approach to religion. It makes of God a gigantic Bayer Aspirin; take God three times a day and you won't feel any pain.
dream prayer asking
I have to be honest in asking myself: Do I really want to know and do God's will? Or is it rather that I want God to do my will? Do I go to God with the assurance that I want only to know and do his will? Or do I rather first make my own plans and then insist that God make my dreams come true?
let-it-go affliction might
By afflictions God is spoiling us of what otherwise might have spoiled us. When he makes the world too hot for us to hold, we let it go.
different saint principles
Old cranks have practiced all their lives, just as old saints have likewise practiced all their lives. They just practiced different life principles.
attitude painful pleasant
Attitudes are capable of making the same experience either pleasant or painful.
greatness sky bird
God is to us like the sky to a small bird, which cannot see its outer limits and cannot reach its distant horizons, but can only lose itself in the greatness and immensity of the blueness.
bridges growth process
Growth is always a gradual process, a bridge slowly crossed and not a corner sharply turned.
feelings categories my-thoughts
To tell you my thoughts is to locate myself in a category. To tell you about my feelings is to tell you about me.
ifs-and limits enjoyment
What are the "ifs" and "buts" that limit my enjoyment of life?
lonely loneliness pace
Loneliness is the prison of the human spirit. When we are lonely, we pace back and forth in small, shut-in worlds.