Besides re-arming myself with joy, I need to know the holes in my defenses, the places where I'm vulnerable and where the enemy has successfully attacked me before.

Happiness is something that comes from our own hearts, not from other people.

Our trials are supposed to turn us toward God, but we whine and complain and wish someone would turn down the fire so we could have our old life back the way it was.

Don't be fooled by strength you can see," he said at last. "Yahweh often hides His power in the simple things, the weak things, and so His strength seems foolish in man's eyes.

Smooth seas don't produce skillful sailors.' It's the rought waters that train us to e His disciples. He uses the turbulent times I our lives to prepare us for His purposes-if we'll let Him.

So often I have felt alone in my journey, yet I've been afraid to let anyone see my fear and weakness.

Smooth seas don't produce skillful sailors.

No terrain is too bleak, no distance too far that it will stop God from rescuing His own.

Depression, I've learned, is sometimes caused by anger that we keep locked up inside.

Scriptures were just words on a page and my prayers failed to lift.

The land promised to Abraham and his descendants is once again theirs. God always keeps His promises. Even in times of cataclysmic upheaval and change, God's love and faithfulness are unchanging.

Golden lads and girls all must, like chimmney-sweepers, come to dust.

Expecting to receive a rebuke, her heart lifted when she read the words on the page, “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.

The stupid neither forgive nor forget the naive forgive and forget the wise forgive but do not forget.

I hate ready-made suits, button-down collars, and sports shirts.

Homosexuality is genetically hardwired but race and gender are only ideas. OK. Just trying to keep up.

We have problems with our physical security, operational security through to management.

Wars have ever been but another aristocratic mode of plundering and oppressing commerce.

Nothing has done more to render modern economic theory a sterile and irrelevant exercise in autoeroticism than its practitioners’ obsession with mathematical, general-equilibrium models.

It's the closest I've come to touching immortality, by reading the words of dead people.

What succeeds we keep, and it becomes the habit of mankind.