Those doves below, the ones utterly cared for, never endangered ones, cannot know tenderness.

If you allow it, [suffering] can be the means by which God brings you His greatest blessings.

Are we not all books waiting for someone to pick us up and read the pages that people missed?

There are no rest stops on the road of life. Otherwise they'd be congested with traffic.

The Lord's mercy often rides to the door of our heart upon the black horse of affliction.

Nothing in this world compares to the comfort and security of having someone just hold your hand.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t ever really matter what the truth is. Only what they think it is.

Let's not cry about it, shall we, Marcy? Let's pray about it instead. A Passion Most Pure

...Life had handed me a different set of cards and I was going to have to play my hand either way.

Patience is produced in the midst of storms; it blossoms under the intense pressures of the storms.

Sometimes new opportunity means new opposition. Not everything God asks us to do will be comfortable.

Breaking a sweat through our difficulties minimized the likelihood of a crippling injury to our faith.

Some parts of life are lived in the shadows where the only sunlight you feel is the light you pray for.

The reason everything falls apart around me, but I don’t is because my angels keep me standing up.

The bitterest hardships, the most daunting trials; none of these are burdens if it means being with you.