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?

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

I learned not to be so bitterly defeated when my fiction took a beating from editors. I learned in advertising to color in the lines and have my work done on time and to make it the very best it could be.

The significant, life-forming times are the dull, in-between times.

I'd like you to know that I have forgiven him. Again and again. Once done, course, back comes the Enemy to persecute and persecute, and I must ante up to God and forgive yet again.

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

I made real sacrifices and took big risks. But living, it seems to me, is largely about risk.