I quit screaming at God a long time ago, 'cause I reckon he knows a thing or two about hurt.

Truth is, our hardship does not determine His character or His love for us, and it doesn't make Him any less King or any less capable or any less good or any less in love with us. The choice is ours.

The point is that hell is separate from love. If Lucifer knows anything, he knows that. And ever since Emma left, I'd known the same thing. It's a lonely, desolate place.

I will not let the fear of what might be rob me of the promise of what can.

There is nothing more fearful for the average person in our society than to stand before a group of people and speak.

Stand still... and refuse to retreat. Look at it as God looks at it and draw upon His power to hold up under the blast.

Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.

Basically, there are two paths you can walk: faith or fear. It's impossible to simultaneously trust God and not trust God.

Our heavenly Father understands our disappointment, suffering, pain, fear, and doubt. He is always there to encourage our hearts and help us understand that He's sufficient for all of our needs. When I accepted this as an absolute truth in my life, I found that my worrying stopped.

When God speaks, oftentimes His voice will call for an act of courage on our part.

When trouble comes, focus on God's ability to care for you.

He wants you all to Himself to put His loving, divine arms around you.