If the story of my life is about the storms that I have weathered, I will tell you that it is not the force of the storm that matters. What matters is that I had the privilege of the storm so that I might understand the power of the calm.

Perking up, the little girl said, “Is your head hurt mister, ‘cause you keep rubbing it?”Pausing, David said, “Ah, no. Sometimes it’s just the thoughts that hurt.

When our lives are difficult beyond description, we must remember that our God is good beyond explanation.

I must be reminded that God often seems distant because I’ve made Him smaller than what He is and my struggles bigger than what they are.

I would wonder if the depravity in our world survives on the lie that our depth can’t overcome it.

The challenge is never based on the size of the obstacle that stands before me. Rather, it is dictated by the degree of faith that rests within me.

Men will always be at battle,” the little girl said with an uncanny maturity. With her stride unbroken, she continued “Whether that battle is on a battlefield like this one, or on the most difficult battlefield of the heart and mind. It really doesn’t matter all that much, men will battle.