Sometimes God allows what he hates to accomplish what he loves.
…we will stand amazed to see the topside of the tapestry and how God beautifully embroidered each circumstance into a pattern for our good and His glory.
Suffering provides the gym equipment on which my faith can be exercised.
He has chosen not to heal me, but to hold me. The more intense the pain, the closer His embrace.
There is nothing that moves a loving father’s soul quite like his child’s cry.
There is this fine line between presenting to You all of my weakness and thinking that it can’t be done. In Your strength, I find my own.
The Psalms wrap nouns and verbs around our pain better than any other book.
The more righteous God appeared, the more resentful I became.
Maybe the truly handicapped people are the ones that don’t need God as much.
Only God is capable of telling us what our rights and needs are. You have to surrender that right to Him.
None of us, in our culture of comfort, know how to prepare ourselves for dying, but that’s what we should do every day. Every single day, we die a thousand deaths.
My weakness, that is, my quadriplegia, is my greatest asset because it forces me into the arms of Christ every single morning when I get up.
In the Christian faith, God really puts suffering front and center. He doesn’t get squeamish about it.
Like all good citizens, the elderly and people with disabilities want to eradicate waste and fraud from government, but helping people with special needs meet their basic needs doesn’t fit this description.
If you truly believe in the value of life, you care about all of the weakest and most vulnerable members of society.