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?

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

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

Loving can be hard. Sometimes we don't feel loving, but it isn't all about feeling. Very often it is about will. Practice that if you can.

Writing is a way of processing our lives. And it can be a way of healing.

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

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