Love is the thing that keeps everything else exactly where it needs to be. And so, if I’m out of whack, I’m probably out of love.

A compass calibrated by my greed is a rather shrewd way to legitimize my agenda. However, true north on a compass such as this is a straight line to the edge of a really big cliff.

Could it be that we lost something because had we not lost it, we would have lost ourselves?

If the compass that I hold in my hand is driven by the agendas that I craft in my head, that compass is something more like a windmill erected in a place where the wind never stops blowing.

Independence that has declared its ‘independence’ from the sure and certain compass of sound morals is nothing more than rogue greed having scantily dressed itself in the garb of independence while running off the cliff of anarchy.

If I end up at the edge of this cliff one more time than the number of times I’ve walked away from it, I need to burn my map, trade in my compass and ask God for a new set.

All along, I was less concerned about walking a path of integrity and more caught up in a compass calibrated by greed. And with a compass such as this, how is it that I’m having a hard time understanding why I am where I am?

Love is the compass of the heart. Pay attention to it, and you will land in good places. Ignore it, and you’ll do everything to avoid landing.

Why is it that we don’t worry about a compass until we’re lost in a wilderness of our own making?