Expectations are the shackles that will not permit something to be what it actually is.
Heaven shows up all the time. But we plan our time so that we show up in other places.
We can be seized with panic of the fall, or inspired by the potential that lies within the fall.
The road to success is paved with the hot asphalt of failure.
I constantly pack my pockets full of worthless trinkets, and in such misguided gorging I leave my heart empty and my soul emaciated because I have forgotten everything but trinkets.
Consequences need not be the obstacles that I dread, but the direction that I need.
To declare myself as a genius immediately evidences that I am not.
In my impatience I become convinced that this desire of mine should have been fulfilled yesterday, when it belongs to a tomorrow that yesterday would have killed had I had my way.
The worst thing that I can do is humanize God. The second worst thing that I can do is deify myself. And the best thing that I can do is to avoid both.
I would suggest that the prisons I incessantly create are not designed to lock me in, rather they are designed to lock the world out. And the oddity is that either way, I am a prisoner who has sentenc...
It is not that you give birth to a child that matters most. Rather, it is what you birth into them.
The voice incessantly quelled in the chorus of human voices will always be the voice of God. And given a reality of this magnitude, I would be well advised to cease my babbling and encourage those aro...
We are living out the drama of a pathetic story whose pages are smeared with our own handwriting.
Looking back, I now realize that I left home in search of all the things that were right in the very place I left.
Maybe consequences are dear friends in stealthy disguise.
Despite how utterly massive they might be, it is never the size of the arsenal nor the strength of the warrior. Rather, it is a heart bent on sacrifice that is the most potent weapon of all.
To ascend the mountain, we must descend to our knees.
The step that we are on is only a step to the next place, and no step regardless of how massive is ever a destination.
If I choose to take the pen from God and write the story of my life without Him, I better have plenty of erasers and a whole lot of white-out. Better yet, I should invest in a good shredder.
Love in the service of self is greed in disguise.