Gratitude for the seemingly insignificant—a seed—this plants the giant miracle.

Eucharisteo—thanksgiving—always precedes the miracle.

Is the height of my chara joy dependent on the depths of my eucharisteo thanks?

Gratitude's not a natural posture. The prince of darkness is ultimately a spoiled ingrate, and I've spent most of my life as kin to the fist-shaker.

It's quite fascinating planting seeds and watching them grow

To bury grief plant a seed.