A beautiful heart wants to know God and gets to know him through his Word.

I hated the mirror and avoided it as much as I could. A glimpse would only remind me: I'll never be normal again.

I remember getting into the plane, and I was kind of fearful. I didn't know why. I just felt like something was going to happen, and we landed and I thought that was interesting because I was just thinking we were going to crash. I just remember my feet touching the ground, and that's all I remember.

A beautiful heart wants to know God and gets to know him through his Word.

Because with time, faith, and love...even our scars can become beautiful.

I feel like my joy in life has intensified, (and) my compassion for people has just strengthened. I have compassion that I wouldn't have had before.