Easter is never deserved.

I really care about my readers. I care about anyone who reads my books.

I have confidence that God is with us in all things, both tender and tough

There's nothing trite about being consoled in a world that does everything in its power to deliver sorrow.

When the trees and the power lines crashed around you, when the very roof gave way above you, when the light turned to darkness and water turned to dust, did you call on Him? When you called on Him, was He somewhere up there, or was He as near as your very breath?

One of the things that makes a dead leaf fall to the ground is the bud of the new leaf that pushes it off the limb.

The standing fields [ready to harvest]were the legions who hadn't filled their God-vacuum with the One who was born to fill it; the standing fields were those who waited for someone to reach out and speak the truth, and tell them how they might be saved.