People-pleasers feel they must constantly be performing acts of service to others to gain acceptance. That requires a lot of work, effort, and energy. From the book: Removing Your Shame Label.

For Jesus, it was about the Father and us. It was not about Him. Could we say the same about ourselves? From the book: Removing Your Shame Label.

When it comes to worry, our problem is we fear an invisible future that a timeless God has seen. Perhaps you should talk to Him about it.

Far too often we allow the hurtful words of others to define us. From the book: Removing Your Shame Label.

The more we connect with our Spiritual self, the uglier sin looks. From the book: Removing Your Shame Label.

What starts out as an intrusive thought can turn into an overwhelming concept if we "feed" it with more negative thinking. From the book: Removing Your Shame Label.

The only performance that matters is what Jesus Christ did at the Cross - From the Book: Removing Your Shame Label.

The person who is wrapped up in God keeps moving. That is the difference between a Spirit on fire and a Spirit that's burning out. From the book: Removing Your Shame Label.

No matter how dark your situation seems, there are blessings you can find and focus on. God is always faithful. - From the Book: Removing Your Shame Label.

When trapped in a constant state of negative over-stimulation, anxiety becomes the norm in our lives. From the book: Removing Your Shame Label

When you're emotionally, physically, mentally or spiritually drained, bad things happen. - From the Book: Removing Your Shame Label.

Valuable lessons were code words for pain that no one apologized for.

Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realise it. - Miss Marple

Becoming a book collector is like joining a religion: it’s for life.

After the horse dance was over, it seemed that I was above the ground and did not touch it when I walked.

Meditation is just simple brain exercise. I exercise and this made sense to me.

I am not capitulating.

I have always regarded historical fiction and fantasy as sisters under the skin, two genres separated at birth.

The poet is a man who lives at last by watching his moods. An old poet comes at last to watch his moods as narrowly as a cat does a mouse.

You're not beating when you lose, you're beaten when you quit.

I am not yet born; O hear me. Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me.