You need to have time to really hear God.

God, please now my future see, make it clear where I should be. Open windows, close the doors, not my will, my God, but Yours.

My characters are not plastic.

I'm receiving 300 to 500 letters every week from people telling me that God used my stories to save their marriage or to introduce them to Christ or to heal a relationship that had been broken.

God grows fragrant flowers of hope in the ashes of loss.

I tell of hearts and souls and dances... Butterflies and second chances; Desperate ones and dreamers bound, Seeking life from barren ground, Who suffer on in earthly fate The bitter pain of agony hate, Might but they stop and here forgive Would break the bonds to breathe and live And find that God in goodness brings A chance for change, the hope of wings To rest in Him, and self to die And so become a butterfly.

My parents used to say faith wasn't something you could pretend about. It wasn't real unless it looked like faith and acted like faith.