Of course love is blind; it keeps me blind to myself.

Often we don’t see the majesty of God’s design because we’re caught up in the mediocrity of our own designs.

To win at all costs is to lose at any cost.

It may be that we’re not seeing the wonder in life because all we’re doing is wondering how we’re going to survive life.

The eyes of love have 20/20 vision when focused on another, and become entirely blind when focused on ourselves.

In a very tragic kind of way, sometimes things have to be gone before I fully realize that they were ever there.

The war on Christmas is waged of weakness and fed by vision blinded. It is a war of intellect blunted to stupidity and calling begging at the feet of cowardice.