Accepting the fact that I don’t even remotely understand all that I can be might prove an insurmountable barrier to some. Yet, if I can accept that fact, the far greater barrier constructed of my suffocatingly limited understanding of myself would be removed. And without a doubt, the former might be difficult to deal with but the latter is certain to kill me.

Rarely do I truly understand the disease which ails me. Therefore, rarely do I truly understand the fix that would cure me. And so maybe I should truly contemplate how rarely I recognize that God understands both.

God is always on time. If there’s anything that’s late, it’s our ability to realize that.

In walking with God it’s not about knowing the facts. Rather, it’s about knowing the God Who knows the facts.

To think that we grasp the fullness of life is to say that by holding a mere drop of water in our hands we are able to understand the immensity of the ocean.

If you can get others to believe that your random guesses are actual answers, they’ll never guess that you never understood the question in the first place.

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

Yet, he had also learned that when we presume to know something, we likely only know the barest essence of that thing even though we presume the fullest understanding.

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 socket. And what I find is that what my argument failed to solve, electricity does quite nicely.