“We must go out into a desert of some kind (your backyard will do) and come into a personal experience of the awesome love of God.”

Hope knows that if great trials are avoided great deeds remain undone and the possibility of growth into greatness of soul is aborted.

There is an essential connection between experiencing God, loving God, and trusting God. You will trust God only as much as you love him. And you will love him to the extent you have touched him, rather that he has touched you.

Jesus reveals a God who does not demand but who gives; who does not oppress but who raises up; who does not wound but who heals; who does not condemn but forgives.

The Christian with depth is the person who has failed and who has learned to live with it.

The men and women who are truly filled with light are those who have gazed deeply into the darkness of their own imperfect existence.

Today on planet Earth, may you experience the wonder and beauty of yourself as Abba’s Child and temple of the Holy Spirit through Jesus Christ

There is a beautiful transparency to honest disciples who never wear a false face and do not pretend to be anything but who they are.

When we wallow in guilt, remorse, and shame over real or imagined sins of the past, we are disdaining God’s gift of grace.

Ruthless trust ultimately comes down to this: faith in the person of Jesus and hope in his promise.

The litmus test of our love for God is our love of neighbor.

The only kind of love that helps anyone grow is unconditional love.

I asked for wonder, and He gave it to me.

We are made for Christ, and nothing less will ever satisfy us.

Jesus comes for sinners, for those outcast and those caught up in squalid choices and failed dreams.

I am wonderfully content with a God who does not deal with me as my sins deserve.

The way you are with others every day, regardless of their status, is the true test of faith.

The rules of survival never change, whether you’re in a desert or in an arena.

I read recently that I was born in Arizona. I wasn’t born in Arizona. I was born in New Mexico, but I can understand why people might confuse those two Southwestern desert states.

A desert is a place without expectation.

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

Our knowledge is a receding mirage in an expanding desert of ignorance.

As drivers desert the city I find myself clinging more and more to my father’s belief that a man without a car is not really a man.

A writer is someone who has a one-man tent in the desert and occasionally he sees the footprint of an other writer – in the form of a review or something.

The need for love hallucinates a prince or princess. The oasis complex is never a complete delusion: the man in the desert does see something on the horizon. It is just that the palms have withered, the well is dry, and the place is infected with locusts.