You are here: Home > God loves us just because of who we are, not because of what we do, not because we’ve got it all together, and not because of our efforts—or lack of effort . There is nothing we can do to make God love us any more, and there’s nothing we can do to make him love us any less. – Kurt W. Bubna

God loves us just because of who we are, not because of what we do, not because we’ve got it all together, and not because of our efforts—or lack of effort . There is nothing we can do to make God love us any more, and there’s nothing we can do to make him love us any less. – Kurt W. Bubna

God loves us just because of who we are, not because of what we do, not because we’ve got it all together, and not because of our efforts—or lack of effort . There is nothing we can do to make God love us any more, and there’s nothing we can do to make him love us any less. – Kurt W. Bubna

God loves us just because of who we are, not because of what we do, not because we’ve got it all together, and not because of our efforts—or lack of effort . There is nothing we can do to make God love us any more, and there’s nothing we can do to make him love us any less. – Kurt W. Bubna

God loves us just because of who we are, not because of what we do, not because we’ve got it all together, and not because of our efforts—or lack of effort . There is nothing we can do to make God love us any more, and there’s nothing we can do to make him love us any less. – Kurt W. Bubna

God loves us just because of who we are, not because of what we do, not because we’ve got it all together, and not because of our efforts—or lack of effort . There is nothing we can do to make God love us any more, and there’s nothing we can do to make him love us any less. – Kurt W. Bubna

God loves us just because of who we are, not because of what we do, not because we’ve got it all together, and not because of our efforts—or lack of effort . There is nothing we can do to make God love us any more, and there’s nothing we can do to make him love us any less. – Kurt W. Bubna

Sometimes in the evening on Summer days, Even when there’s not a breeze at all, it seems Like there’s a light breeze blowing for a minute But the trees are unmoving In every leaf of their leaves And our feelings have had an illusion, An illusion of what would please them… – Alberto Caeiro

Sometimes in the evening on Summer days,
Even when there’s not a breeze at all, it seems
Like there’s a light breeze blowing for a minute
But the trees are unmoving
In every leaf of their leaves
And our feelings have had an illusion,
An illusion of what would please them… – Alberto Caeiro

Blessed be the sun on other lands Which makes all men my brothers Because every man, one moment in the day, looks at it like me And in this pure moment, All clean and tender, They go back tearfully With a sigh they barely feel To the true and primitive man Who saw the sun rise and didn’t worship it yet. Because that’s natural—more natural Than worshipping gold and God And art and morality… – Alberto Caeiro

Blessed be the sun on other lands
Which makes all men my brothers
Because every man, one moment in the day, looks at it like me
And in this pure moment,
All clean and tender,
They go back tearfully
With a sigh they barely feel
To the true and primitive man
Who saw the sun rise and didn’t worship it yet.
Because that’s natural—more natural
Than worshipping gold and God
And art and morality… – Alberto Caeiro

My prayer of late is more like this: Father , I pray that I will wake before I die. Wake me from any lethargy. Wake me from any monotony. Wake me from a life of mediocrity. Wake me from the lie that there’s nothing I can significantly contribute to this life or to the lives of others. Wake me up to what really matters. – Kurt W. Bubna

My prayer of late is more like this: Father , I pray that I will wake before I die. Wake me from any lethargy. Wake me from any monotony. Wake me from a life of mediocrity. Wake me from the lie that there’s nothing I can significantly contribute to this life or to the lives of others. Wake me up to what really matters. – Kurt W. Bubna

Nobody can always have devout feelings: and even if we could, feelings are not what God principally cares about. – C.S. Lewis

Nobody can always have devout feelings: and even if we could, feelings are not what God principally cares about. – C.S. Lewis

Also at times, on the surface of streams, Water?bubbles form And grow and burst And have no meaning at all Except that they’re water?bubbles Growing and bursting. – Alberto Caeiro

Also at times, on the surface of streams,
Water?bubbles form
And grow and burst
And have no meaning at all
Except that they’re water?bubbles
Growing and bursting. – Alberto Caeiro

You are here: Home > God loves us just because of who we are, not because of what we do, not because we’ve got it all together, and not because of our efforts—or lack of effort . There is nothing we can do to make God love us any more, and there’s nothing we can do to make him love us any less. – Kurt W. Bubna

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