It’s never too late with truth. It stands outside time.
Christmas is a time to mark our progress through this earthly journey. Because of Christmas, this we know: Christ was born for us. He is love, and the plans he has for us always surpass our own.
You’re gifted to do something.
Love well, laugh often and live well for Christ.
Secular writers can tell a story about the physical, the emotional, and the intellectual parts of a character. But no matter how well they tell the story, they miss a facet that is innately part of all of us – the spiritual.
I write about the trials and triumphs of contemporary life – and often the readers see themselves between the lines of the story.
I’m receiving 300 to 500 letters every week from people telling me that God used my stories to save their marriage or to introduce them to Christ or to heal a relationship that had been broken.
The more bad choices you make, the less bad your choices seem.
I always knew I wanted to be a writer.
You can’t base your decisions on anyone’s opinion but yours and God’s.
The way of a fool seems right to him, but a wise man listens to advice.
New steps. That’s what it amounted to. The two of them were learning the steps that would bring them together, a dance that would take them into forever. A dance that could be nothing less than God’s plan for their lives.
The eagle had two natural enemies: storms and serpents. He embraced the storm, waiting on the rock for the right thermal current and then using that to carry him higher. While other birds were taking cover, the eagle was soaring. An eagle would never fight against the storms of life.
My parents used to say faith wasn’t something you could pretend about. It wasn’t real unless it looked like faith and acted like faith.
We must remember how to love, remember what’s important, and remember God’s truth as it applies to our relationships.
People were never meant to be idols. We aren’t supposed to be worshipped. Only God deserves that kind of praise.
God, please now my future see, make it clear where I should be. Open windows, close the doors, not my will, my God, but Yours.
My characters are not plastic.
There were times when I was so sick of talking about the Bible.
You need to get down among the people who are the dirtiest and dustiest, and the depravity, and you need to see Christ’s light shining there.