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 live in a village where people still care about each other, largely.

I believe that's when God first started speaking to my heart--the very day I started speaking to His!

I try to put my heart out there to everybody. They don't have to be Christian. For example, I have lots of Jewish readers. I love my Jewish readers.

...weary of k knowing too much and understanding too little.

Love is an endless act of forgiveness.

The firefly only shines when on the wing, So it is with us--when we stop, we darken.