Worry is a weighty monster with poisoned tentacles. It clutches at us, grabs at our minds, steals our breath, our will. It lurks. It pounces. It colors how we perceive the world.

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.

The roadblocks to growth and joy come when we forget the bigness of God & instead make people bigger than He is.

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

Dare to be brave today, and trust that when you extend your wings, you will fly.

I understand true life doesn't happen when I constantly gaze backwards, mulling over all the injustices others have done or I have done to others.

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