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

I started blogging in 2004, light years ago on the Web. And I began because I have this handicap - I can't figure out my life or see God clearly unless I untangle my life again with words.

Giving thanks is that: making the canyon of pain into a megaphone to proclaim the ultimate goodness of God when Satan and all the world would sneer at us to recant.

The prayers we weave into the matching of socks, the stirring of oatmeal, the reading of stories, they survive fire.

Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside.

You will be most remembered-by what brought you most joy.

Do I really smother my own joy because I believe that anger achieves more than love? That Satan's way is more powerful, more practical, more fulfilling in my daily life than Jesus' way? WHy else get angry? Isn't it because I think complaining, exasperation, resentment will pound me up into the full life I really want? When I choose-and it is a choice-to crush joy with bitterness, am I not purposefully choosing to take the way of the Prince of Darkness? Choosing the angry way of Lucifer because I think it is more effective-more expedient-than giving thanks?