Despite how ominous it might appear; the size of the task will never be bigger than the man who has chosen to be obedient.

All I know is that if God’s not in it, you can be confident that neither am I.

A great leader is someone who first mastered the art of following.

It is, I think, a far lesser offense to blatantly ignore God’s directions for our lives rather than arrogantly think ourselves shrewd enough to be able to bend them to our liking without breaking them and therefore breaking ourselves.

I presume to know the plans that God has for me, when far too often they are the plans that I’ve crafted. And once I’ve got them shaped just the way I want them, I go ahead and attribute them to God so that I can pursue them with a clear conscious. And while there are innumerable recipes for disaster, it’s hard to cook up one that’s more disastrous than this one.

In no way do I want my stubbornness tamed. Rather, I want the whole of it brought into submission to God so that it might be doubled, even tripled in unchecked obedience to His service.

Without as much as a single question, legions of geese lift themselves to autumn’s skies, obediently heeding the distant call of southern horizons. And I think that it’s less the magnificence of their trek, and more about the humility of their obedience to the trek. For if I was left with a single prayer to utter, it would be to be more like them.

If God is going to be all that He is, I must reach a point where I am emptied of all that I am. It’s only then that the fullness of God has space in the emptiness of me.

I cannot walk in obedience to what I think. Rather, I must walk in obedience to Who God is.