No terrain is too bleak, no distance too far that it will stop God from rescuing His own.

Joy explodes throughout the book of Psalms like fireworks, and is the most potent anti-missile defense system there is.

Smooth seas don't produce skillful sailors.

The journey has been a parody of my life recently: rushing, waiting, wandering, feeling lost and losing sleep, wondering if I'm getting anywhere.

[God] wants us to work with Him, honey. Not for Him.

Scriptures were just words on a page and my prayers failed to lift.

Bitterness is like a weed. Remember how hard it always was to pull out thistles once they root? Remember how deep those roots grow, and how if you just snapped off the end of it, the plant would grow right back? You have to dig down deep inside. Let God search your heart. Let Him show you what's there and help you root out all that bitterness. Then you can pray for forgiveness.