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?

Cynthia came in quietly and set a cup of tea before him. He kissed her hand, inexpressibly grateful, and she went back into the kitchen. When we view the little things with thanksgiving, even they become big things.

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

Cynics will say there are no good people out there. And if you read the papers and watch TV news you could be convinced of that. But there are good people.

Let me say that I absolutely loved writing 'A Common Life,' because it was a book about love.

My grandmother influenced me so deeply.

Lord, make me a blessing to someone today