Find Joy In The Ordinary.

If Hurts Were Hairs, We'd All Look Like Grizzlies.

We Will Never Be Cleansed Until We Confess We Are Dirty. And We Will Never Be Able To Wash The Feet Of Those Who Have Hurt Us Until We Allow Jesus, The One We Have Hurt, To Wash Ours.

When Words Are Most Empty, Tears Are Most Apt.

Don't Be Defined By Your Failures, Be Refined By Them.

When I Was A Young Kid, My Dad, A Man Of Few Words, Told My Brother And Me, "boys, Christmas Is About Jesus." I Thought About What He Said, And I Began Asking The Christmas Questions. I've Been Asking Them Ever Since. I Love The Answers I've Found.