It turns out we're very good at not seeing things

The resources of the human mind are unlimited.

His love was a poison: soft and loveable, hideous yet touchable.

She just keeps kissing my scars. Every scar. She knows about them all. She watched them all appear and heal. Sophie's lips against me make every punch, every kick, every wound, every scar worth it.

Christians, who do not know the purpose of their salvation, are actually just mediocre people

Waiting for a battle was the hardest part. Unless you got a dagger in your gut during the battle. Then that was hardest. Or you got through just fine and saw your men dead around you. Then that was.

Living with one woman is horrific.

A renegade is someone who chooses the narrow way because it's the Jesus way . . . the way of life, health and growth.

Mindfulness must be engaged. Once there is seeing, there must be acting. Otherwise, what's the use of seeing?

God cannot reveal anything to us if we have not His spirit.

I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss