I became a Christian late, in my late 30s, so I had a lot of things that I was bringing into my Christian life that I regret. And I had a lot of questions about faith, so that's where I start when I write.

He traced her face with one finger again. 'A woman is either a wall or a door, beloved.'' She gave a bleak laugh and looked at him. '' Then I guess i'm a door a thousand mean have walked through.'' ''No. You are a wall, a stone wall, four feet thick and a hundred feet high, I can't get over you all by myself, but I keep trying.

Mara, that's the life I want to give you. That's what I'm offering you. I want to fill you life with color and warmth. I want to fill it with light. Give me a chance

God would light the way. Faith would keep them on the right path.

Rather than remain a sealed jar, she sought only to pour herself out to others. Everything she did mirrored her faith. It was as though every waking hour of the day she was devoted to pleasing her God by serving others. This God that she worshiped consumed her. It didn't ask for a brief visit to a temple, or a small votive offering of food or coin, or a few prayers every now and then. This God wanted all of her.