Nails didn't hold God to a cross. Love did.

As we meditate on Christ's life, we find strength for our own.

Sentences are like just caught fish. Spunky today, stinky tomorrow.

We need hope. There's nothing worse than to live a life of despair. For a person to have no hope just sucks the blue out of every sky.

God is always near us. Always for us. Always in us.

Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leave you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing, and listen as Heaven whispers, "Do you like it? I did it just for you."

The state of your heart dictates whether you harbor a grudge or give grace, seek self-pity or seek Christ, drink human misery or taste God's mercy.