There is a 5-letter, very familiar word that has been ricocheting through the canyons of my heart recently. It’s a word that we all know … and that we all do … and yet that we often ignore it’s singular and potent impact. Cling.

When you think of the word “cling” what do you think about?

The words on the written page have guided me ... challenged me ... restored me ... and comforted me. For today, I will share with you these 5 in hope that you, too, will become a better person due to the written words on the page of a book.

Do you know the difference between a hero or a heroine and a role model? A hero or heroine is likely someone whom you have never met and yet you stand in amazement at the way that this amazing individual chose to live their one glorious life.

Let me joyfully reassure you that it is indeed possible for those who are brave enough and defiant enough to use the spiritual equivalent of bleach to clean away the mental mildew and residue that has collected in their brains.

There is something about the twilight hours that is able to convince us that life is not good … nothing will ever change … and that our lives don’t have any meaning.

What you have the capacity to become, both as a woman and as a mother, depends upon the foundational issues of your faith.

This story is one of God’s goodness and faithfulness throughout my entire adult-life!

Motherhood also gives birth to the most tremendous work that you will ever realize this side of eternity. The greatest work you will ever accomplish will be within the walls of your own home.

If there was ever a time to believe for a miracle … it is now! If there was ever a time to pray without ceasing … it is now!

The nursery is the room that is set aside for the dreaming of dreams and pausing to ponder the possibilities of all that might lie ahead.

We will continue to preach and we will continue to choose Christ in the 21st. Century.

We all long to be perfect moms—but that is not going to happen, dear one. Perfect is not a feasible option for any of us, but perhaps a better goal is wonderful.

I have often felt that peace plays hide and seek with me … it hides and I seek. Sometimes I find peace … but sometimes I don’t. I need peace … I want peace … but where IS peace?!

I have learned that when my circumstances are devastating and when my heart has been ripped to shreds that often my mind and my emotions will attempt to lie to me.

When I offered my “weeds” to the Father as a sacrifice of praise, they became a sweet smelling bouquet in the palace of eternity.