The Psalms wrap nouns and verbs around our pain better than any other book.

The weaker we feel, the harder we lean on God. And the harder we lean the stronger we grow.

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.

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.

I wished God were like He used to be, a few notches lower. I wanted Him to be lofty enough to help me but not so uncontrollable. I longed for His warm presence, times when He seemed more… safe.

God is truly on the side of those who work for social justice, especially when we accompany that work with the giving of the Gospel!

God cares most not about making us comfortable, but about teaching us to hate our transgressions and to grow up spiritually to love him.