I am literally a carrier of the presence of the living God. More precisely stated, I carry Him everywhere I go. I am an ark of His presence.

Being sorrowful about sin doesn’t mean that we hunger and thirst for righteousness. Grief about our sinful condition is not actual repentance for our sin.

For years I have worked to accept my life in its entirety. By nature it's not in us to embrace our story. Acquiesce to it maybe but receive it…not so much.

Hopelessness is insupportable within the Life of Christ, and it’s a quagmire from which we need to be rescued.

There's a difference between pain and suffering for someone who’s born again. Suffering is usually the result of my resistance, while pain is a mark of change.

I might not be able to manhandle God nor force His limitations but He’s still my Abba. He's in control and even if I don’t like it, I’m still safe in His safety.

Like an Arab merchant, we haggle and wheel and deal to get the best we can, all the while, the Lord just wants relationship, not a deal. Our gimmicks don't work.

I had an experience I absolutely believe was the smile of God. I wonder now if he was an angel, because his smile was as radiant as a rainbow.

We're living in a culture that does what it wants. And why is this so? Because we live as if there is no King. While living in a King-less society, we must remain King-ed.

Though I have come open hearted in giving love, my love was not clean. I was looking for Love in all the wrong places and with a wrong motive.

Our inalienable rights–life, liberty, and our pursuit of happiness–don't necessarily coincide with the declaration of dependence found in the beatitudes.

I want to confess a sleight-of-hand use by my soul to get its own way. It was a “These are not the droids you’re looking for” moment for sure.