Growth comes from God, to those with surrendered, yielded hearts.

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.

As I look back over my mountains of growth and compare them to the molehills where I stagnated, community often made the difference.

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.

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

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.