You can give up the need to compete in the world- when you accept being complete in Christ.

Motherhood is a hallowed place because children aren’t commonplace. Co-laboring over the sculpting of souls is a sacred vocation, a humbling privilege. Never forget.

Every breath is a battle between grudgery and gratitude. Give thanks...and you win joy.

Really good writing, from my perspective, runs a lot like a visual on the screen. You need to create that kind of detail and have credibility with the reader, so the reader knows that you were really there, that you really experienced it, that you know the details. That comes out of seeing.

Love doesn't necessarily mean bless or agree with, it means sacrifice for and suffer with.

What if I gave thanks in the trouble, for the trouble, because the trouble is a gift that causes me to turn? What if I loved God not for His goods but for His love itself that is goodness enough?

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