“My suffering left me sad and gloomy.”

A hope that makes us brave and expels darkness with light. That’s what I want my life to be all about – full of abandon, whimsy, and in love.

Words people say not only have a shelf life but have the ability to shape life.

Whimsy doesn’t care if you are the driver or the passenger; all that matters is that you are on your way.

We’re all amateurs when it comes to love. Don’t be too hard on each other.

Sometimes we ask God for help and God gives us hope, not because it’s different, but because it’s the same.

God made beauty so we’d know how He felt about us.

Stand up like a mountain; have faith like a rock; love like an avalanche

Love has the kind of power criticism only wishes it had.

Being engaged is a way of doing life, a way of living and loving. It’s about going to extremes and expressing the bright hope that life offers us.

God doesn’t break things so He can fix them; He fixes broken things so He can use them.

What distracts us will begin to define us. We don’t need to swing at every pitch.

Grace works that way. It’s a kind word from a gentle person with an impossible prayer. It’s a force sometimes transmitted best hand to hand in a dark place.

I used to want to fix people, but now I just want to be with them.

Living a life of following Christ means constant interruptions.

Whatever you’re aiming for, God’s better.

What I’ve learned the more time I’ve spent following Jesus is that God delights in answering our impossible prayers.

We fear not the truth, even if it be gloomy, but its counterfeit.

Remorse is as the heart in which it grows; If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison.