I didn't (and still don't) have comments [in my blog]. It's about simply writing for an audience of One.

Every time I surrender to stress, aren’t I advertising the unreliability of God?

The only way to care for the disadvantaged - is to disadvantage yourself -which is guaranteed to turn out for your advantage.

If I had the perspective of the whole, perhaps I'd see it? That which seems evil, is it a cloud to bring rain, to bring a greater good to the whole of the world? Who would ever know the greater graces of comfort and perseverance, mercy and forgiveness, patience and courage, if no shadows fell over a life?

No one told me that it would all happen at the same hallowed time: Mothering is at once the hardest and the holiest and the happiest.

We were made to live in a posture of grateful worship, and when we live in praise we live our purpose, and all the pieces fall in place, us all falling down in thanks.

The frame of a soul was never made for fame. The frame of a soul was made to serve.