Maybe God has you waiting... It might be a long light, but the light will change in the programmed sequence.

God is a master craftsman and is working behind the scenes to make us into something beautiful.

How about this-- turn off the TV and talk to people. Share your faith. Express your opinion instead of hiding.

Maybe your life stinks, but this dirty job is producing something really beautiful in you?

Do you know what we put in shadow boxes? Precious things. Things we want to show off. Things we are proud of. You're not insignificant. You're precious. And odds are, you're exactly where God has carefully placed you.

A storm is coming and the water is already rising. Get right with God, and then find yourself a battle buddy.

My friend is emancipated-- liberated of the veil of human flesh and suffering and now gets to know God face-to-face.

Maybe you are in despair right now. Find a crying place. Find a place to get alone with God and cry it out... then find someone to sit with.

Is it a problem for us to solve, or is it a God-problem-- like making crops grow?

I called her because she has multiple myeloma, and has walked this road before me.

My current problem was not my problem to solve. It was God's problem. It didn't even concern me.

I want to know all the details... God wants me to trust Him, and just get in the car.

May God lead each of us to someone who needs comfort... even if just for a moment.

God took me on a significant detour last year... But it wasn't just a detour; it was a side quest. A holy mission.

Maybe you are on hold and stuck in the middle of nowhere... You just don't understand. Like me, you're asking God why.

God was telling Baruch that his pain was carefully measured. More struggles were in his future, but there was a limit.

That road ended sharply and was blocked off for my safety. The sign had a big arrow. It was a detour sign.

God was telling me that he was cooking something up for me-- something good!-- but it wasn't done cooking yet.

"Why am I here?" It's a loaded question. We want to know our purpose, but we are really asking why we are in this situation.

Be on the lookout for fellow smokers-- those plucked from the fire and still smelling of smoke. Offer a helping hand. Or a hug. Or whatever.