I did nothing to merit God's love in the first place, and there is absolutely nothing I can do to make Him stop loving me.
If I find it so easy to trust Him to save my soul, why do I find it so hard to trust Him from day to day?
He will not necessarily protect us—not from anything it takes to make us like His Son.
Pain is necessary to all of us.
The longing breeds discontent and ingratitude within me.
All alone I lay there on the hard floor...
Our feelings are fleeting and ephemeral.... We can’t depend on them for five minutes at a time....
I cannot love one without loving the other.
How do a rabbit and a hare become soul mates? By learning to embrace their differences.
A poem of praise to my God to start the new year off right.