It’s not what the day holds. Rather, it’s how we hold the day.

Thankfulness is an attitude of possibilities, not an attitude of liabilities.

Christmas subjugates the pessimism of my mind to the optimism of God’s heart. On second thought, it might be more accurate to say that it drowns it.

Pessimism is not part of my nature. Rather, it’s part of what happens to me when I reject God’s nature.

God declared that the end of ourselves need not be the end of ourselves. And if we don’t somehow find that exhilarating, we will end ourselves.

It’s not about believing in something. Rather, it’s about what I believe in. And too often what I believe in is that there’s nothing to believe in.

Far too often I have assumed something as impossible because I’ve held my limitations up against the magnitude of the challenge. But when I choose to hold God up against the magnitude of the challenge, then what becomes impossible is my ability to see it as impossible.

The longer I’ve walked with God the more I’ve realized that being thankful is vigorously celebrating what’s right in the world while anticipating that what’s wrong with it will soon follow suit.

Behind the mask of pessimism there is nothing more than this pathetic fear that spends every waking moment of its day fearing that we might actually succeed.