I am human because God made me. I experience suffering and temptation because mankind chose to follow Satan. God is reaching out to me to rescue me. I am learning to trust Him, learning to live by His precepts that I might be preserved.

I love to give to charity, but I don't want to be charity. This is why I have so much trouble with grace.

We shouldn’t be afraid to embrace whimsy, that nagging idea that life could be magical; it could be special if we were only willing to take a few risks.

If we knew how much God loved us and was for us, we’d talk to Him all day long.

The people I used to be surrounded by are getting along without me. Somehow, that really bugs me.

Being a Christian is more like falling in love than understanding a series of ideas.

It's possible to do both as a writer - to engage and have a family and all that good stuff - and I chose not to for the sake of the career.