My life is extremely full and wretchedly busy, and I feel that while my life drains energy from my work, my work in turn drains energy from my life. The result is, I am always playing catch-up spiritually. That is my thorn.

Easter is never deserved.

In World War One, they called it shell shock. Second time around, they called it battle fatigue. After 'Nam, it was post-traumatic stress disorder.

Food is a great way of communicating.

Lord, make me a blessing to someone today

I've put everything I had and I've given my readers 120 percent, and that's the truth.

Phillipians 4:13 for Pete's sake!