My fear of endings too often blocks my hope of beginnings.
Be absolutely assured that we will die long before our own deaths if we ever allow the fear of adulthood to kill the wonder of childhood.
Loss is the uninvited door that extends us an unexpected invitation to unimaginable possibilities.
Easter is the final solution to the finality of death.
Apathy is unconditional surrender where we are driven into hiding by unrealistic fear, and firmly held there by the misinformed belief that we are helpless to do anything other than hide. Therefore, a...
Thankfully, the nature of pain reminds us of what the ease of pleasure foolishly allows us to forget.
I can attempt to stay on the fence. However, the problem is that the fence is a figment of my fear not a reality of my journey.
Greatness untethered from God results in calamity unrestrained by men.
Comfort is a stance of avoidance rather than the pursuit of excellence.
A consequence may be the very thing that saves us because it was the only thing loud enough to get our attention.
If the truth gets in the way, I will remove it. But truth be told, removing the truth never removes the truth.
I have yet to learn that I am not designed to carry the burden of men. Rather, I am designed to carry the love of God so that I might soothe the burden of men.
Love never lives on a one-way street, for it will always come back up the road bigger than how we had sent it down the road.
I often ask to what place I am running, for if I am unable to identify that place it is likely that I am running in a circle of the most circular sort.
My life is a series of invitations accepted and invitations rejected, and the place I now find myself is often a result of accepting the wrong invitations and rejecting the right ones.
When I read the ghastly lines of tragedy darkly penned into my life, I turn and notice that the pen in my hand is wet.
Greed is the fast-track to poverty.
Our experiences are the building blocks of the future hewn out of the granite of the present.
When I find that stubbornness continually overrides common sense regardless of the logic of my argument, it seems that the only effective solution is to tell them to go ahead and stick their finger in...
The birthplace of anarchy is the cemetery of freedom.