I would guess that somewhere around ninety percent of the stuff that we refer to as love is what we ‘want’ love to be, but not what we ‘need’ love to be.

Oftentimes I think it is far better to listen for an answer, rather than talk out of an effort to create one.

I think that the real magic in life is that we possess enough imagination to be able to create a bit of it.

Strength other than that received from God is just hype manufactured by men.

I spend my life attempting to create that which I cannot create. Therefore, that which I seek to create forever eludes me, leaving me either utterly frustrated or ever more adamant. Both lead to certain defeat. But if I am wise, this defeat will eventually lead me to the God who long ago created that which my hands cannot. And here I find rest in what I’ve dreamt of, and rest from the failed attempts to create it.

Do I make up some ‘god’ in my mind, or do I make up my mind to know God?

Many times I have walked the road in the solemn hush of a winter’s snowfall. And it seems that the inexpressible peace of winter tenderly afoot in moments such as these is God whispering to my soul that the peace that now surrounds me can be the peace that lives within me. I only have to quit trying to create the snow and let Him bring the snowfall.

Our imagination is God’s ingenious gift that hands us the privilege of romping and playing in realities that we can’t see only because we’ve yet to create them.

God is precise, deliberate and intentional. Therefore, everything He created held sufficient value for Him to create it. And of all things, that includes you.