I struggled with insecurity because I was trying to find my security in things. But when I began serving God with all my heart, my security was in Him.

How my emotions starred as I played! During one of this tug-of-war contest between knowing right and doing wrong, I wrote the words to a song on my own for the first time.

I ate so many Ramen noodles that I wouldn't even touch a package of them now.

I knew that (job) had to be a humbling role for my dad, but he never allowed it to become humiliating work.

She (his future wife) was so deep into the Lord's presence that I felt like an outsider.

She chose to look at her surroundings where they "think missionary" mind-set.

My focus was on trying to figure out what God wanted be to do next. Their (his parents') focus was on what I was doing for God at the moment.

My name had become a brand. (I have mixed emotions about that part of our (Christian media) industry, for sure.)

Our children are interested in the BIG picture. That is where the deep natural learning seems to get done. It is totally opposite to everything I have ever learnt at school.

[O]urs is a culture of the perpetual present, one that deliberately severs itself from the past that created us as well as the future we are shaping with our actions.

Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first.

To those who despair of everything reason cannot provide a faith, but only passion, and in this case it must be the same passion that lay at the root of the despair, namely humiliation and hatred.

Clary stopped wondering about peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabelle’s head.

This is the beauty I want. Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding-- it's got to burst in on you like a dream, like the exquisite eyes of a girl.

It is the quality and the character of the leader that determines the results and performance.

Life is not too short... we just wait too long to begin it.

Merengue is a fast rhythm, you know, and danceable. Bachata is like a slow, romantic Caribbean bolero.

The F-bomb. It's everywhere. You hear it all the time. And I honestly don't understand what the appeal is over the word.