What we ‘need’ tells us who we are. What we ‘want’ tells us who we want to be. Therefore, we pursue we what we ‘want’ because we don’t want to face who we are.

It’s not about my reflection. It’s about what’s being reflected in my reflection. And frankly, I find that it’s easy to focus on the former, but the latter makes me want to smash mirrors.

It’s not that love lacks power. Rather, it’s that we’re too frightened to submit to a power that will demand vulnerability when we’ve invested the whole of our lives building walls.

I can tell you who I am, but I’d rather have you watch who I am.

It is our handicaps, whatever the nature of them might be that steel us against the shallowness of the world and keep us transparently authentic. As such, we should wish for more of them, rather than deny those which we have.

Once I finally understand the immensity of my own impoverishment, I am finally in a position to see the enormity of God’s majesty.

To be found is to be exposed. No wonder so many of us are still lost.

Don’t think for a minute that the person next to you is not as wounded as you are. For if you can’t see their wounds, it’s likely that you have not made it safe enough for them to show them to you because you don’t feel safe enough to risk them seeing yours.

We create ‘light’ that isn’t light enough to reveal who we are. And that kind of light is in fact the greatest kind of darkness.