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Without desolation and loss, hope cannot shine

I have a secret: Sometimes I skip church. Let me paint a picture of my Sunday morning being a "dork for Jesus"...

Sometimes I forget life is the sum of each moment added together day by day, minute by minute.. As I race past those moments, I'm wasting them.

How hard do I have to work, making myself over again and again, to be worthy?

Ever have one of those days? Or weeks when no one notices how hard you're laboring to make sure their lives work?

In my strength alone, I will always remain helpless, insecure, and eons from innately good.

Every year, a pile of Christmas cards fills my mailbox with tales of extraordinary lives.

Letting go of someone you love is the hardest gift of all.

I curl up in a ball. Give him to you, Lord? My son? I don't think I can.

We don't have, because we don't ask.

When I'm discouraged, I've learned that if I start listing the blessings in my life, my perspective changes.

Do you ever feel isolated? Like you're the only one drowning in confusion?

Do not call to mind the former things...

Thank God today, instead of asking Him for blessings, ponder the ones He's already given.

Ever feel invisible?

The name of the Lord is a strong tower.

The holidays don't deliver good cheer for everyone.

Mistakes. Poor judgment calls. Transgressions. The thesaurus holds many words for sin.

Sins. A Past. Everyone owns both.