Most of our fears are borrowed. Since that’s the case, we should get busy returning them.

Fear is what we’ve made something to be rather than understanding Who God is.

Maybe the impossible was not based on how life actually worked, but on how we constricted life through our bluntly stunted vision and all the other abhorrent things that we did to keep it safe.

Evil plays on our fears. But when it comes to fighting evil, God never plays.

I’m not the author of my fears, but I sure feed them really well.

Our shared humanity is far deeper than we presume it to be. For in the face of another we can see our own, whether that be our deepest fears, our crippling insecurities, our most intimate pain, or our greatest hopes. Therefore, the best place that I might find myself is in the face of someone other than myself.

Is safety the ‘dream’ that will kill all of my other ‘dreams?’ For the truth is, no ‘real’ dream is safe.

I can attempt to stay on the fence. However, the problem is that the fence is a figment of my fear not a reality of my journey.

The tomorrow in my mind is often what I wish today would have been had I not been held hostage to the fears that my yesterday left me with.