If we speak in truth it may not always feel good, but it will always be right.

I am far too weak to help you. But God is not too weak to use me to help you.

If those who cause destruction have come to be ‘newsworthy’, and those who heal the devastation of that destruction have come to be less than ‘noteworthy’, has our thirst to be entertained become the truly destructive thing?

I must be ever so careful to remember that my pain is a precious salve that when used in the service of others can heal a thousand wounds and more. And I must likewise remember that if I do not use it as such, I have done nothing more than wound myself yet again.

There is no doubt that the most effective way to heal my pain is to purposefully put it to work healing the pain in the life of another. But that means I must endure the pain of not focusing on 'my' pain.

I sit leaned over praying in some state of darkening desperation asking God what He would have me do to get up and change a world gone wild. And He says, it is in the moments of prayer that you heal the wildness of the world. So it’s not about getting up as much as it is about sitting down.

Of all the things that God could have done, I have yet to get over the fact that He chose us to fix the world that we screwed up. And in terms of second-chances, this is one of the biggest ones we’ll ever get.

I would much prefer to be broken than to live out the entirety of my life never having known what it’s like to be healed.

The beauty of a book is that the opportunity to grow, heal and be refreshed is but a page away.