Boy, it is not fun suffering in this body of weak flesh, but Jesus is straightening out all my crooked places.

I sing to Jesus for Jesus now. This gives me pure joy... worship!

I was young and irresponsible, a silly woman laden with sin, not caring for anything except fame and fortune and self. But I have lived seeking truth in Jesus Christ and found it has made me free.

Every day, I wake up and say, 'Good Morning, Jesus.'

As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.

To endure the cross is not tragedy; it is the suffering which is the fruit of an exclusive allegiance to Jesus Christ