I hunger for filling in a world that is starved.

God gives the world enough of what it needs. All He asks is that we distribute what He gives.

Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else's, and you've just picked up a stick and beaten up your own soul.

Can God be counted on? Count blessings and find out how many of His bridges have already held.

It's the greatest compliment when the writer becomes invisible in the whole process.

I want to see beauty. In the ugly, in the sink, in the suffering, in the daily, in all the days before I die, the moments before I sleep.

When you're most wounded by words run to the only Word that always brings healing.