Pain can either thrust me into the arms of Jesus or make me turn my back on Him. Either way, it's a choice.

Because the culture we breathe and work in rushes against rest. It equates our worth with production and wealth and fame. The more we work toward those goals, the more society assigns us worth.

We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in the darkness.

Our task shouldn't be punishing the villains in our lives, but enlarging the God who heals us from all wounds.

Pain can either thrust me into the arms of Jesus or make me turn my back on Him. Either way, it's a choice.

We may not understand the pathways God lays out before us. We may not even like walking the journey. But even in failure, we can trust that He’ll do more than we expect.

A broken person understands she needs rescue, and she depends on God to resurrect and deliver. And she also understands that even if God chooses not to deliver, His ways are higher and more amazing then what we can fathom.