It’s not that love lacks power. Rather, it’s that we’re too frightened to submit to a power that will demand vulnerability when we’ve invested the whole of our lives building walls.

To imagine oneself playing a role in an epic story is exhilarating, but to actually step into an epic story is terrifying. And the problem is that imagination might be safe, but being safe doesn’t write any stories worth reading.

I am not big enough to be my own refuge, but my ego thinks itself big enough to be a refuge from that reality.

If men built it, it’s not a refuge. Only God possesses that kind of material and only He has the craftsmanship to use it.

How many enemies were headed my way whose battle lines I never saw and whose piercing arrows never flew in my direction because God destroyed them before I ever caught sight of them, or they of me? More than I can count, but never more than God can destroy.

Our humanity might find varied means of expression, but if we peel away the layers there lays something of a frightened soul that is trying to find a safe place to lay itself down. And while those places that we seek are varied, until we rest in God none of us will rest.

It is likely that you remain incessantly troubled and fitfully anxious because you have sought out refuge in some person or institution that is at the very same time attempting to find refuge for themselves. For the only Person Who is His own refuge in order to be ours is God.

Any refuge other than God is probably something that I should seek refuge from rather than seek refuge in.

Any place that I ‘run to’ most often turns into a place that I have to ‘run from’, unless of course that place is God.