I realized that what I feared the most had materialized, yet I survived.

A broken person understands she needs rescue, and she depends on God to resurrect and deliver. And she also understands that even if God chooses not to deliver, His ways are higher and more amazing then what we can fathom.

We cannot let the haters of this world define us. Or frighten us into no longer being ourselves.

Money is a cheap but powerful substitute for Jesus, and wielding money is intoxicating, but it won't usher in the kingdom of God, nor will it ensure eternal treasures.

Be a victor, not a victim.

As I look back over my mountains of growth and compare them to the molehills where I stagnated, community often made the difference.