Without God’s Word as a lens, the world warps

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.

A writer is one who communicates ideas and emotions people want to communicate but aren't quite sure how, or even if, they should communicate them.

A best friend isn't someone who's just always there for you.It's someone who understands you a bit more than you understand yourself

Self is found in knowledge, devotion and concentration, in integrity, purity, moderation, self-control and intelligence.

You look extremely young, " said Miss Nightingale...."Age isn't really a matter of years, I find, " returned Phemie. "I know people twice my age who will never be as old as I am now.

For those that think men make progress collectively, I warn you, history teaches: You couldn’t be more wrong.

God is just waiting for you to turn your face back toward Him. You've not gone too far!

When you are instructed by affliction, you can become a comforter to the afflicted.

I hate that sense of entitlement or the sense of business crawling into playing music.

If you are serving justice to one person, those who have been affected should also be served some form of justice.

Richard liked to say he picked things up for a song, which was odd, because he never sang. He never even whistled. He was not a musical person.