While each phase of life brings challenges, I want to look at the present the way I often look at the past, by focusing on the blessings.

Mental illness is a result of the Fall, not because it is a sin, but because it is caused by the effects of sin.

 Sometimes the people who know us best can also love us best.

Some of our richest hymns have been written by women and have been born out of intense suffering.

I often struggled to know what to say when someone got cancer or lost a loved one. Walking with God through the valley, he taught me how to say what helps and avoid what hurts.

I’ve heard testimonies of those who hit rock bottom, cried out to Jesus, and experienced instantaneous deliverance from addiction, mental illness, or spiritual attack. That, unfortunately, is not my story. Mine is a story of progressive resurrection, of slow, painful healing.