If you can imagine something, at least imagine it with legs so that it has a chance to go somewhere.

Once I stare into the face of God, I can stare into the face of anything.

I think that the stories that God has told and the things that He has done seem utter implausible to us only because we lock Him into the tiny rubrics that the stories He has told and the things that He has done invite us outside of.

It is in boldly unleashing our faith that we effectively leash our fears.

The only reason I can’t jump in and engage life is that I’ve told myself I can’t. Yet I can’t helping wondering would happen if I told myself I could?

Sometimes it seems that we choose to see the ‘parts’ of our lives as the ‘whole’ of our lives. Parts are far less frightening, for if we were sufficiently daring to piece them together with all the other assorted parts of our life, the ‘whole’ of them might become bigger than the ‘whole’ of us.

Our vision is narrowed by the fear of what we might see if we dare to look, when what we should fear is what we might miss if we don’t.

What pensive people define as ‘lost’ is what bolder people define as ‘adventure’. The former remains huddled in their constricted boxes, while the latter tread the crest of horizons.

If the dream is not bigger than me, I have mistaken an idea for a dream.