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

God's heart…is not that we escape our lot, but that we learn to thrive in the midst of it.

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.

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.

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

When the world careens out of control, we can rest in the fact that God spun this world with a simple word. Matter from emptiness. Beauty from void. Community from chaos.