The most fascinating destinations don’t lay on the cusp of some ever-distant horizon. Rather, they lie in a place well on this side of every horizon…our hearts.

Where am I today?” I ask. Probably exactly where my attitude put me. “Where will I be tomorrow?” I ask. Same place, same answer.

A compass calibrated by my greed is a rather shrewd way to legitimize my agenda. However, true north on a compass such as this is a straight line to the edge of a really big cliff.

However far I’ve come, it’s probably somewhere less than halfway of where I could be if I simply believed in myself.

Sometimes answering the question of where we’re at in life is best approached by asking where we’re not, because there’s a good chance that that’s where we had original intended to be.

The fact that we can’t see the horizon in front of us is because we’ve focused on the carnage behind us. And if we face backwards long enough, we become convinced that the carnage behind us is the horizon in front of us.

I can choose to see a horizon as yet another indistinct place that I can barely make out from where I’m standing, or I can see it as the backside of a glorious tomorrow. And the attitude that I choose to embrace will dictate every horizon that I get to pursue.

God doesn’t promise destinations. He promises Himself.

The paths in front of me are so numerous that it’s difficult to choose the right one. Yet I can rather quickly solve the problem by realizing that it’s not the paths in front of me. Rather, it’s the path above me.