I can never experience the next realm of glory until I crucify myself.

I was raised in the Baptist church... but I didn't really have a real committed experience with Christ until my father died.

My views about hell are very traditional.

So though there are many things I would have done differently, I submit to God's sovereignty and His purpose in my life and I thank Him that He brought me the way He brought me and gave me what He gave me when He thought I could handle it.

Isn't it funny how something that will later be a blessing can be a curse if you get it too soon.

Excellence requires discomfort.

But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles. I think that my tests became my testimonies.