My wheelchair was the key to seeing all this happen—especially since God’s power always shows up best in weakness. So here I sit … glad that I have not been healed on the outside, but glad that I have been healed on the inside. Healed from my own self-centered wants and wishes.

Suffering provides the gym equipment on which my faith can be exercised.

My life goal is to see the world's one billion people with disabilities embraced and encouraged by the church.

Even at the cross, God permitted what he hated - the unjust and agonizing death of his own precious Son - in order to accomplish something he prized above his own Son's cruel death; that is, salvation for a world of sinners. So the world's worst murder becomes the world's only salvation.

When we hurt, God doesn't always give us lots of words; he gives us the Word; the Word made flesh who is intimately acquainted with our grief and suffering. That's what helps the most.

Maybe the truly handicapped people are the ones that don't need God as much.

The times we find ourselves having to wait on others may be the perfect opportunities to train ourselves to wait on the Lord.