We have a choice. We can be jaded by what we’ve lost, or joyous over what that thing had accomplished while we had it.

She’s gone,” I say over and over. And with her went the dreams that made my life worth the living. Yet, God is the crafter of new dreams that render old dreams so small that the pain of them is swallowed up in the promise of tomorrow.

To abandon the child ‘within’ means that the adult ‘without’ will be an adult in name only. And frankly, I can only name a handful of things that are that tragic.

The losses in my life are so immense that I can barely stand and hardly breath. But I must remember that it is God who holds my hand and grants me breath. And because He does, the losses will eventually collapse for lack of breath.

Yet, there are those moments when what we stand to lose is greater than the pain that threatens to take it.

God has hewn out a hidden path more glorious, tantalizing and adventuresome than the path trod by most, and it is a path seen only through the eyes of our wounds, felt solely through the heart of our losses, and singularly traversed by those with a limp in their step.

Loss is the uninvited door that extends us an unexpected invitation to unimaginable possibilities.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, an absolutely certain way to lose something as quickly as possible is to forget the privilege you have to possess it in the first place.

If you have a hole within you, trying filling the hole in someone else. If you do, in the end there will be two less holes.