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?

Even the roughest character, underneath all that hurt, is someone who wants to love and be loved.

I grew up hearing words like snakeroot, sassafras, mullein - things that had wondrous, mysterious sounds in their names.

Well, I think some people are very happy in retirement. And in a year and a half I'm going to see how happy I feel in retirement. I'm just going to not work quite so hard, but I'll continue to write as long as God gives me breath.

Food is a great way of communicating.

There may be circumstances in this life that God uses to keep bringing us back to Him, looking for His grace.

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