Music is what mathematics does on a Saturday night.
We’re grateful when all is well, but can we say the same on disastrous days?
Write today's worries in sand. Chisel yesterday's victories in stone.
What you and I might rate as an absolute disaster, God may rate as a pimple-level problem that will pass. He views your life the way you view a movie after you've read the book. When something bad happens, you feel the air sucked out of the theater. Everyone else gasps at the crisis on the screen. Not you. Why? You've read the book. You know how the good guy gets out of the tight spot. God views your life with the same confidence. He's not only read your story. . . he wrote it.
Worry is anti-trust. If you're worried, you don't trust something: your kids, their friends, strangers, the church, even God. Can He take care of your children? Certainly. Jesus says, 'I tell you, stop being anxious and worried about your life. ' Pretty blunt. Stop it! Easier said than done, huh? Worry tests your trust, so hand your children to God and let Him babysit your babies when you're not around. He's pretty good at it!
Your pain has a purpose. Your problems, struggles, heartaches, and hassles cooperate toward one end-the glory of God.
Anger is the noise of the soul; the unseen irritant of the heart; the relentless invader of silence.
I'd never call myself a feminist, and that the world doesn't need male feminists.
Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that.
Husbands and wives talk of the cares of matrimony, and bachelors and spinsters bear them.
I saw that my image was changing or fading. One of the reasons for taking a break from clubs was to be missed-not forgotten.