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.

There is something in every season, in every day, to celebrate with thanksgiving.

Even in the winter, in the midst of the storm, the sun is still there. Somewhere above the clouds, it still shines and warms and pulls at the life buried deep inside the brown branches and frozen earth.

With each new experience of letting God be in control, we gain courage and reinforcement for daring to do it again and again.

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.

Satan labels you. God names you.