Girls rival each other. Women revive each other. Girls empale each other. Women empower each other. Girls compare each other. Women champion each other.

In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear.

Busy is a choice. Stress is a choice. Joy is a choice. Choose well.

Like the wind, Grace finds us wherever we are and won't leave us however we were found.

Being joyful isn't what makes you grateful. Being grateful is what makes you joyful.

It's habits that can imprison you and it's habits that can free you. But when thanks to God becomes a habit - so joy in God becomes your life.

The moment when you are most repelled by a child's behavior, that is your warning light to draw the very closest to that child.

There is unwavering peace today when an uncertain tomorrow is trusted to an unchanging God.

We give thanks to God not because of how we feel, but because of Who He is.

...the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.

Joy and pain, they are but two arteries of the one heart that pumps through all those who don't numb themselves to really living.

If you've never done anything wrong it's probably because you have never tried anything new.

Only faith and restraint against the tyrant damns the saint.

a lesson must be livedin order to be learnedand the clarity to see and stop this nowthat is what i've earned

Alexia,” she hissed to her friend, “there are knees positively everywhere. What do I do?

Parking at a garage is like going to a prostitute. Why pay for it when you can apply yourself, and then may be you can get it for free.

'No' puts distance between you and the wrong influence.

Music can speak louder than words, and I will use my music to speak out on behalf of children everywhere.

The very beginning of Genesis tells us that God created man in order to give him dominion over fish and fowl and all creatures. Of course, Genesis was written by a man, not a horse.

That’s the key to new and good ideas; they come from having a very broad and multidisciplinary range of interests.

I was nicknamed 'Skeeter' in Little League because I was small and fast, like a mosquito flying across the outfield.