When we lose the belief in ‘something better’ we’ve embraced the belief in ‘all things worse.’ And such a perspective is based less on things being worse, and more on our inability to believe that we can make it better.

Life is less about keeping myself from falling and more about who I have around me when I do.

What I need is not that which I find, for what I need is far bigger than my ability to find it. What I need is that which finds me. Hence, Christmas.

How is it that my prayers have devolved into a laundry list of requests verses an endless litany of praises? It may be that I’ve replaced the magnificence of God’s divinity with the baseness of my desires.

If I were to eliminate all of the things that I ‘want,’ I would be left with all of the things that I ‘need.’ And inevitably, such an action would leave me standing before God caught up in the stunning realization that in Him is everything that I ‘want’ and all that I ‘need.’ And how is it that I could not ‘need’ God and ‘want’ both?

If my prayers have devolved into being nothing more than reciting a list of things that I want, I might as well just go to the mall.

At the very instance where I simply kneel and say “help,” the vast distance that I created between where I am and where God is no longer ‘is.

If life’s bigger than any of us individually or all of us collectively, then there must be something bigger than us to walk us through it.

I can tell you that God has repeatedly ‘raised me up’ in the middle of the innumerable situations where ‘up’ had become a hope lost in the darkness of the places to which I had fallen. And while that is the miracle of my story, it sits waiting to be the reality of yours.