When my heart was shattered, my hope hanging on by a thread, the Spirit of God brought truth to mind and gave me the strength to hold on.

Heaven will not simply be rest after a long life’s struggle. It will be restoration, redemption, recreation and resurrection.

I am so, so thankful that the God I serve loves me. He specifically, purposefully loves me with unconditional love.

God does not always intervene. But He always comes alongside. He always offers comfort and promises that grief doesn’t last forever.

Life often devastating filled with circumstances. That’s the bad news. But we don’t have to face them alone. That’s the good news.

My heart can forget the truth when life falls apart. It's then I must remind it that God is faithful and His love endures forever.

So much of this battle has been fought in my mind. Really, even more than my heart. What I dwell on makes a difference.

Christ came for the broken.  It’s the broken and breathless who long for the Spirit to blow life across their wounded hearts.

God's existence, and His character does not depend on my understanding.  To be frank, a God I comprehend wouldn’t be much of a God at all.