My heart is made of lead. Six words of truth. It can be no other way as long as I am in a human body.

I always try to avoid the pitfalls of this world, but since they are inside of me, that is an impossibility.

So my life is a struggle between how I feel and how I act. I am always struggling and I want you to feel it as your own.

Vernon Howard was an unlikable teacher yet we loved him. He, as he said, painted us into a corner so we would grow so tried of struggling that we would fall down and weep. That is what it takes, he said.

I have avoided truth because that is how human beings are constructed.

The avoidance is the punishment we inflict upon ourselves.

The only coping mechanism I have is being a perfectionist and a quitter.

I have written some pretty good essays but they count for nothing as far as my soul is concerned.

Here’s the contract between me and God. I have to become a prodigal daughter and stand in my rags before my father with a capital “F.”

He does not put a capital “L” on my head for being a loser.

He welcomes me home.

I am a modern version, a walking example, of someone who constantly forgets that she is forgiven.

The weight of sorrow can be lifted, but not before I see how impossible it is for me to continue on my own.

Surrender is my only option and then the shadow is of my Father in Heaven. He is always there for time is one of the greatest of illusions.

I am on my knees before the love I cannot understand.

Vicki Woodyard