I was an alcoholic for thirty years and I’m two and a half months sober; I just joined a church, and I’ve always had some sort of faith in God, but this being Christian thing is lonely.

I know your a chaplain and a woman of God, so pardon my language, but it’s just one damn thing after another.

God is there. I know it. He has to be there.

We must be doing something right if the Devil’s trying this hard to bring us down.

I know that “if God brings you to it, he’ll bring you through it,” but I’m just really wondering when he’s going to give these tired shoulders a rest.

She’s with God now, and that’s a much better place to be.

It’s amazing that God put that doctor in the ER that night to catch what no one else could find. Amazing, but still hard.

I know three things: I love this woman, our bodies are just shells for our souls and I want to be cremated, and TheLordJesusChrist is my OneTrueSavior.

Well, we love God, each other, and laughter. . . that’s how we make it through.

Y’all can pray, that’s fine. . .I still believe in God, but he hasn’t been there for me recently, so I really don’t want prayer around me right now.