God reveals Himself in rearview mirrors. And I've an inkling that there are times when we need to drive a long, long distance, before we can look back and see God's back in the rearview mirror. Maybe sometimes about as far as heaven -- that kind of distance.

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

Gratitude is not only a response to God in good times - it's ultimately the very will of God in hard times. Gratitude isn't only a celebration when good things happen. It's a declaration that God is good no matter what happens.

Just that maybe … maybe you don’t want to change the story, because you don’t know what a different ending holds.

The life that counts blessings discovers its yielding more than it seems.

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

In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear.