Whatever the depth of our darkness, God navigated it eons before it was dark. And whatever the duration of our nights, God was there long before it ever turned to night. Therefore, despite our frequent feelings to the contrary, there is no place we might be where God was not lovingly waiting for us an eternity before we got there.

I don’t need a rest from God. What I need is a rest from everything that is not God.

If our goal is to discover the easy way, there’s a really good chance that we will stumble upon the wrong way, which is anything but an easy way.

We want to know that our worth is not altogether lost in the vastness of our obscurity. And I find it of tremendous comfort to remember that Christmas was the greatest Being in all of existence being born into the greatest obscurity ever imagined in order to declare that with God, there is no such thing.

I cannot calculate nor attempt to manage sacrifice, for to do so is to attempt to sacrifice comfortably. And it is in the attempt to sacrifice comfortably that I begin to realize that the desire for comfort is in reality the demand that I put myself first, and there is nothing of sacrifice in that.

Comfort is not a goal that I seek, rather it is a place that I hide.

It’s not about describing someone as that’s typically an attempt to make whatever they are comfortable for whoever we are. Instead, we may wish to skip the agenda of the description and embrace the wonder of the person.

Why is it that none of the things I construct ever make me feel safe? The answer lies in the fact that safety can’t be created. It can only be found. And the only thing I've found that’s never been created is God.

To seek the praise of men as our motivation is to abandon truly great things, for more often than not truly great things elicit the ire of men far more than they garner their praises.