I think of the church as this bride of Christ, who is incredibly capable of doing amazing things. And so where we see injustice, we come, not with fists clenched but with palms up.

The words we speak to each other should leave stretch marks, not bruises. Love is always picky about what it says.

That's all the information I need to know about the church, Jesus picked it. And so instead of me telling the church how she would really look better if she had this in her hair, or that over there, I think I'm just respecting the Groom's pick.

We need to make our faith our very own love story.

Our opinions are what we'll be known for; our love is what we'll be remembered for

Day turned to night, His friends scattered and death thought it had won. But heaven just started counting to three

Don't save up love like you're trying to retire on it; give it away like you're made of it.