To be ignorant of the sacrifices of others that yielded the blessings I enjoy leaves me exchanging the reality of 'blessing' for the assumption of 'entitlement.' And once that happens, I will forfeit the reality of the former which will destroy the assumption of the latter. And in what terribly dark place will that now leave me?

In a relationship with God, our most secret places once thickly cloaked and meticulously hidden away now stand before us utterly and entirely exposed. And it may be that this dreaded fear is the single thing that keeps us an arm’s length from God, and forever a single step away from His blessings.

If it’s dependent upon me, it will likely land on you. If it’s dependent on God, you will likely land on it.

God would have us cherish even the smallest of blessings, for in taking a blessing for granted we are well on our way to taking it to its grave.

I ruthlessly expend my time and my energies seeking many random things, none of which will bless me in the way that I suppose they will, for despite my frequently stubborn resistance to the thought, the single and sole blessing that I can be utterly confident in is found in seeking God alone.

Failure is blessing wrapped in the clothing of curse.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, an absolutely certain way to lose something as quickly as possible is to forget the privilege you have to possess it in the first place.

Love is the compass of the heart. Pay attention to it, and you will land in good places. Ignore it, and you’ll do everything to avoid landing.

Oh that I would commit to the things that would demand everything of me instead of committing to those things of which I demand everything. For it is the commitment that drains me of everything that is, in fact, the commitment that grants me all things.