Somehow the pain, the losses, the hurt, the bad, God is able to transform these into something they could have never been, icons and monuments of grace and love. It is the deep mystery how wounds and scars can become precious, or a ravaging and terrifying cross the essential symbol of relentless affection.” “Is it worth it?” whispered Tony. “Wrong question, son. There is no ‘it.’ The question is and has always been, ‘Are you worth it?’ and the answer is and always, ‘Yes!’

It is impossible for you to take power over the future because it isn't even real...

Thank goodness there are women in our lives -- that's all I can say. We get saved by the women in our lives.

Disconnect your identity from what you produce, and that’s a hard thing for us because we think of our significance, worth and value based on what we do instead of who we are.

Sometimes honesty can be incredibly messy

I'm not an actual author but an accidental one.

Did I hear God call me an idiot?