Quotes from Ann Tatlock

Here's the paradox. We can fully embrace God's love only when we recognize how completely unworthy of it we are.

People look for greatness only in the extraordinary and completely overlook the wonder of the ordinary.

There is so much of suffering that I will never even begin to understand. But I am content in believing that I don't even have to understand why the story unravels the way it does so long as I know that in the end everything will be all right.

There's one thing you need to understand," Larry said. "We love because God first loved us, even in the face of all our unloveliness." He paused. He seemed to want to give John time to think about that. Then he said, "Go home and love your wife John." I'm afraid I can't find the strength in myself to do that, Larry." Pastor Larry leaned forward, smiling tenderly. "That's good, my friend," he said. "Now we're getting somewhere.

I only know that one day you wake up and realize it doesn't hurt quite so much. Until then you can put yourself in the hands of God- He'll see you through. You can take it from someone who knows, dear. I've found his hands to be an easy place to rest.

You see, Novelka, in an odd sort of way, some of our strongest relationships are with people who have died. We miss the person, we think of them, we wonder what they would want us to do, how they would want us to act. Though they are not here, they still strongly influence our lives. And so we go on loving them, sometimes even more, when they are gone.

But then what do you do?" "I pray for strength." The words were simple, straightforward. Josef pushed against the floor with one foot and the swing moved back and forth, cradling us. "And then you're not afraid anymore?" "No," he replied. "Then I am still afraid. But then I know that God knows I'm afraid, and that is what makes the difference.

There's a story unfolding with a definite beginning and an eventual end, and even though we can't begin to imagine what the whole plot is, and we can hardly even see beyond the present moment, someday we're going to see and understand all of it. For now, we trust. Later, we'll know.

But something pulled her through, and that was when I knew there was something more to faith than just believing in a God. It was knowing him in such a way that you could go through hell on earth and still say he is love.

That's the point. People look for greatness only in the extraordinary and completely overlook the wonder of the ordinary. That's why those moments are all forgotten, counted as nothing. It's a terrible loss.

We can be content in whatever situation we're in, as long as we trust the Lord for what's good for us.

Truth isn't invented; it's revealed…The one who knows the truth has to tell us what it is.

I think, if there's a God out there, He could at least put in an appearance and tell us what the truth is.' 'But, Neil, don't you know? That's what God did. That's exactly what he did. He wrapped himself in skin…to tell us what the truth is…His first coming was only the opening act. He's been relentless in His pursuit of us ever since. He's on your heels right now.

This article reports that the symptoms are, and I quote, 'high fever, clogged airways, and delirium. At times, blood pours from noses, ears, and eye sockets. Victims lay in agony. Many have been known to drown in their own lungs. There have been cases of cyanosis reported in which the victim's body turns almost black, for which some are labeling this another Black Plague—

Philly would claim the greatest number of flu deaths of any city in the nation, 13,000 in all. Nor could we have imagined as we bumped along those Pennsylvania roads that this month of October 1918 would be the deadliest month in the history of the United States, with 195,000 people dying of flu.

didn't believe him. You don't cheat on someone

Take a minute, take a breath, and remember—God's still on His throne. He's always in control, even when we want to be. And sometimes his blessings of provision bring more work, more responsibility and more joy than we can imagine.

Nelson Knutson?" I nodded. "What kind of name is that? It sounds like something a magician would say . . . you know, like abracadabra." "It does?" "Yeah. You know, I'm waving my magic wand and . . . Nelson Knutson! . . . there's a rabbit in my hat!