I glance back in the mirror to the concrete bridge, the one I've boldly driven straight across without second thought, and I see truth reflecting back at me: Every time fear freezes and worry writhes, every time I surrender to stress, aren't I advertising the unreliability of God? That I really don't believe? But if I'm grateful to the Bridge Builder for the crossing of a million strong bridges, thankful for a million faithful moments, my life speaks my beliefs and I trust Him again.

Your naked body deserves the honor of being shared only with someone who is covenanted to never stop loving your naked soul.

Real Womanhood isn’t a function of becoming a great mother, but of being loved by your Great Father.

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

Being in a hurry. Getting to the next thing without fully entering the thing in front of me. I cannot think of a single advantage I've ever gained from being in a hurry. But a thousand broken and missed things, tens of thousands, lie in the wake of all the rushing.... Through all that haste I thought I was making up time. It turns out I was throwing it away.

God’s not out to get you - He’s out to give to you.

Life-changing gratitude does not fasten to a life unless nailed through with one very specific nail at a time.