If I make the world a better place for you, I have in turn made it a better place for me. But if I am so selfish that I take it upon myself to reverse the order of that process, I might have reversed the outcome for you, but I will have destroyed the world for me.

The greatest threat that I need to be rescued from is myself. Everything comes a lot easier after that.

I can confidently state that the greatest rescues in my life have occurred when I’ve been saved from myself.

There’s not much that I can find in places where there is nothing to find. However, to avoid facing God I find myself spending a lot of time in those very places.

Whatever the item is that I have chosen to give you, it is nothing more than the receptacle within which I have placed the whole of myself. If it is empty, it is not a gift.

Of course love is blind; it keeps me blind to myself.

To save myself I must face myself, which may be the hardest of all things to face.

It would be wise to define ‘living’ as walking in the fullest expression of who I am, verses wallowing in the confines of who I’m not.

If I were to be brutally honest with myself, how often is my journey actually a path designed to circumvent my journey?