I remember enjoying writing those, theres two clues of a gift: you enjoy doing it and people enjoy you doing it.

The next time you find yourself alone in a dark alley facing the undeniables of life, don't cover them with a blanket, or ignore them with a nervous grin. Don't turn up the TV and pretend they aren't there. Instead, stand still, whisper his name, and listen. He is nearer than you think.

Have you been called to go out on a limb for God? You can bet it won't be easy. Limb-climbing has never been easy. Ask Joseph. Or, better yet, ask Jesus. He knows better than anyone the cost of hanging on a tree.

Nothing fosters courage like a clear grasp of grace... & nothing fosters fear like an ignorance of mercy

Da Vinci painted one Mona Lisa. Beethoven composed one Fifth Symphony. And God made one version of you.

You will never forgive anyone more than God has already forgiven you.

I think there is, not in the sense that I enjoy it, but that it's an important question. It's the question, "Does the presence of pain mean God doesn't care? Does God not love me anymore?" I think that's a very common connection we tend to make. I see that a lot in my own life and in the lives of others.