Words alone cannot fully convey the realities of the soul or the greatness of the human spirit.

I don't flatter myself with much dependence upon the present disposition of the Eastern Indians, who are many ways liable to be drawn into a rupture with us by the artifices of the French, their own weakness and the influence which the French Missionary Priests have over them.

Images adorn our inner life and carry great power there.

In ways I don't entirely have the words for, an experience, thought or a lesson isn't real for me until I've written down.

I have very smart parents. I feel I learned a lot from both of my parents and life experience.

I think I was about seven years old, and I remember I was at Moffat Road Baptist Church, where I grew up with all my friends and family and probably didn't understand nearly enough, but I knew enough to understand I wanted to be saved and wanted Jesus to be Lord of my life. What an awesome experience.

I meet people in my daily life, people who seem to experience some change and some growth on a personal level, and that gives me hope.