I think God calls us to small things, to faithfulness right where we are, to just do the next thing. 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.

Once you have tasted conviction, you can’t bear to keep swallowing complacency.

God only allows pain if He’s allowing something new to be born.

It’s impossible to give thanks and simultaneously feel fear

Real joy is not found in having the best of everything but in trusting that God is making the best of everything.

Are stress and worry evidence of a soul too lazy, too undisciplined, to keep gaze fixed on God?

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