“We need to make peace with who we are so insecurities don’t become a distraction to how we live. Just because I sometimes feel insecure doesn’t mean I have to be insecure.”

Praying helps me see perspectives otherwise beyond me.

Don’t let people’s compliments go to your head and don’t let their criticisms go to your heart.

I so desperately want my words to be indicative of how deeply and completely I love my people.

No person, possession, profession, or position ever fills the cup of a wounded, empty heart. It’s an emptiness only God can fill.

Great love isn’t two people finding the perfect match in one another. Great love is two people making the choice to be a match.

There is power in simply speaking the name Jesus.

At the end of the day, honoring God leads to good things. Anything else leads to confusion, emotional exhaustion and a lack of good things.

Prayer does make a difference-a life-changing, mind-blowing, earth-rattling difference.

Jesus, I don’t want to be a secret keeper with my faith. I want to be a bold and gracious truth proclaimer. For You. With You. Because of You. Me, the unwanted girl whom You loved, redeemed and wanted.

My imperfections will never override God’s promises. God’s promises are not dependent on my ability to always choose well, but rather on His ability to use well.

Wise women tuck Godly wisdom into the words they speak and even more into the words they choose not to speak.

If you are a woman who honors God right where you are, you are in ministry.

Chase God’s heart today. Christianity has got to be more than a label, a lingo, and a lifestyle.

Trying to fix another person will only add to my anxiety. Letting Jesus work on me is where real progress can happen.

Instead of wishing things would change, I’m asking God for His strength to make a change.

We need to make sure our activities and our attitudes line up with what pleases God first and foremost. Wherever we focus our attention the most will become the driving force in our lives.

People presume my disability has to do with being an amputee, but that’s not the case.

In the end, I think, the state’s rigidity is a function of its own insecurity, its indecisiveness.

My angst and my insecurity reflect the state’s angst and insecurity. The state is scared too.

The door to God is the insecurity of not knowing anything. Bear the grace of that uncertainty and all wisdom will be yours.

Don’t let insecurity ruin the beauty you were born with.

The 1990s were also when a bunch of the soft-shoe language for race, gender, and class became paramount.

Because before that I wasn’t thinking about systems or food insecurity or whatever.

I am so weak over love and heartbreak.