Don’t ever discount the cry of your heart. God may be working in your heart to bring about his sovereign plan.

Ann prayed because of a gut-wrenching, throbbing pain in her soul. She urgently begged the Lord for her life.

DeeDee had to have a firm grasp on reality. Yet she knew God was bigger than a pathology report. So she prayed.

I have no guarantee that God will choose to heal Ann, but I know he wants me to pray to that end.

We don’t know the final outcome, or even know how long the battle will last, but we do know the referee.

Their prayers impacted the outcome of the fight.

Because Ann learned to trust God fifteen years ago, she is able to trust God now with an even more difficult situation.

Ann: You didn’t cause my miscarriages. But you are committed to transforming me to be like you.

Breaking a sweat through our difficulties minimized the likelihood of a crippling injury to our faith.

Ann: How does God’s character fit into things that seem totally against his character?

That morning set in motion a series of events that caused me to wrestle with questions of God’s goodness.

I'm trapped behind a wall of fear and fear itself.

Ability does catches my attention, but its a politeness in the person that I remember.

A funny thing happens in real estate. When it comes back, it comes back up like gangbusters.

I've never gone on Facebook and am not sure I understand it. The same goes for Twitter. I have someone sending tweets and pretending to be me, but I don't know why.

There's a lot of hurry up and wait. But it gives you time to write a song.

Life is a sandwich of activity between two periods of bed-wetting.

I love to think. I once considered taking drugs as an attempt to better understand an altered state of mind; however, I decided not to. I didn't want to chance ruining the machine.

No disability or dictionary out there, is capable of clearly defining who we are as a person.

I let people say and write what they want.

What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.