We frantically expend our lives attempting to be what we think we should be, rather than being who we are. And if we would just settle into ourselves, we would soon discover that that is who we should have been all along.

If I don’t know who I am apart from everyone else, I probably need to spend some time apart from everyone else.

It would be wise to define ‘living’ as walking in the fullest expression of who I am, verses wallowing in the confines of who I’m not.

At some point I hope to have grown sufficiently in both stature and wisdom to understand that I cannot deliver myself from myself, and that God alone can save me from me.

I will not find myself, nor will I obtain any precarious morsel of life in giving all of life to myself. If I am ever to find these things, I must first be willing to give these things away at the very moment that I come into possession of them.

To attempt to know myself ‘apart’ from God is to choose to know nothing more than ‘a part’ of myself.

The question of ‘who I am’ is far more compelling than the question ‘who I am not.’ For to build on the former is to resolve the question of the latter.

Accepting that I know so little about myself is the beginning of understanding everything about life.

Coming to the end of ourselves is one of the best ways that we can come to an understanding of ourselves.