Comparison is a thug that robs your joy. But its even more than that - Comparison makes you a thug who beats down somebody - or your soul.

I was simply writing out our family stories in my online journal, scratching out what I want to remember, what I was wrestling out with God. Unbeknownst to me, two readers of the posts, both published authors, contacted their agent, Bill Jensen, within 24 hours of each other, encouraging him to drop me a line. Which he did.

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.

God doesn't want your leftovers. God wants your love overtures, your first-overs, because He is your first love.

I don't really want more time; I just want enough time. Time to breathe deep and time to see real and time to laugh long, time to give You glory and rest deep and sing joy and just enough time in a day not to feel hounded, pressed, driven, or wild to get it all done-yesterday.

Poor communication doesn’t disconnect souls. It’s the disconnected souls who poorly communicate.

Our fall is always first a failure to give thanks.