Line by line, moment by moment, special times are etched into our memories in the permanent ink of everlasting love in our relationships.

I'm not what I want to be. I'm not what I'm going to be. But, thank God, I'm not what I was!

There may be no trumpet sound or loud applause when we make a right decision, just a calm sense of resolution and peace.

I hear people say, "It's not the quantity of time that's important; it's the quality." Well, technically that may be true, but quality doesn't happen in a hurry.

How beautiful it is to learn that Grace isn't fragile, and that in the family of God we can fail and not be a failure.

Line by line, moment by moment, special times are etched into our memories in the permanent ink of everlasting love in our relationships.

Prayer is sort of like an unlocked door with a giant, red-lettered sign on it that says: "Welcome. Feel Free to Take What You Need." Inside is the storehouse of all that God is. He invites us to share it all. He doesn't intend for us to stay on the outside and struggle all alone with the perplexities of life, and He not only invites us to come in, but to stay in. . . . It is an on-going process, not just an occasional religious-sounding speech we make to a nebulous divinity "out there somewhere." Prayer is meant to be a part of our lives, like breathing and thinking and talking.