To grasp love, I must grasp the fact that it is a creation of God and therefore it is forever beyond me. But the very fact that it is forever beyond me is the very thing that prompts me to forever pursue it.

If I can live without that which I seek, I have errantly chosen to seek something that is not worth seeking.

We repeatedly discard the very things that we ‘need’ in the maddening pursuit of that which we ‘want.’ And if this behavior persists, in the end we will stand holding neither.

Sometimes the thing that’s chasing me does so most effectively by leading me to believe that I’m chasing it.

Despite all of our incessant tinkering, we can’t manufacture the things we most desperately need. And if perchance we do, they will never be more than pathetically emaciated facsimiles that will leave us emaciated. And until we finally realize that we can only ‘find’ these things, we will never sense any compulsion to ‘find’ God.

If my heart is set on pursuing real treasures, my mind must be fixed solely on the privilege of enjoying them and freed of the obsession of owning them.

Hope waits to be discovered, begging it seems that we believe in its existence sufficiently to pursue it in order to find it to be real in the pursuing.

Some things must be pursued, or they may in fact pursue us.

To end my life having exhausted the whole of it in the pursuit of worldly things means that I will die holding no things. But to exhaust the whole of it in the pursuit of God means that I will die holding all things. And the difference between the two is everything.