Although I’m a bit tentative about it all, I would like to say that if my death saved your life I would gladly engage in such an exchange. But if I must make that exchange knowing that you are likely to reject it, and that you will turn on it and brutally ridicule it until the beauty of my sacrifice is altogether destroyed, I cannot imagine taking such an action. Yet, God does that every single day.

Far too often, the best thing I can have in my hand when someone makes a promise is a really big broom so that I can sweep up the broken pieces.

The real promise in too many promises is a promise that I’m going to be disappointed.

Forgiveness brilliantly rewrites the script that we’ve penned to process the pain and betrayal of our histories. And while such a rewrite does not change history itself, it changes everything about our history.

Betrayal is advancing myself at the expense of the one who I committed myself to advance.

Loss is the uninvited door that extends us an unexpected invitation to unimaginable possibilities.

Betrayal dressed in love and trimmed with the facade of good intentions is the most barbaric of all betrayals.