Long as I can spell G-o-d I got somebody along.

Dear Nettie, I don't write to God no more, I write to you.

All my life I never care what people thought bout nothing I did,' I say. 'But deep down in my heart I care about God. What he going to think. And come to find out, he don't think. Just sit up there glorying in being deef, I reckon. But it ain't easy, trying to do without God. Even if you know he ain't there, trying to do without him is a strain.

So he bought her a car, only he refuse to show her how to drive it.

What the mind doesn't understand, it worships or fears. I am speaking here of man's mind. The men both worshiped and feared the women.

This room is very powerful: Buddha, golden, holding down one side; the primordial Great Mother, black, offering her bead of mitochondria holding down the other.

I try to speak in everyday language. I feel like God has gifted me to take Bible principles and make them practical.

I have always believed in God.

You need to follow your own heart in light of God's word and do what you feel is right and good for you.

I'm not worried about it.

Don't let people talk you into compromising, lowering your standards. They may not approve you, but God approves you. He's the one that matters.

God's ways are not our ways. Sometimes He doesn't want you to know. It's a test of your faith. Will you trust Him or will you live worried, stressed, wondering how it's going to work out?