Men can dig wells, but they can’t create water.

If you dare to dig deep enough, you will find a side of yourself that will dramatically enhance all the sides of yourself.

We dig wells that are less than a stone’s throw away from bubbling springs because we think that digging the well means that we don’t need to rely on the God Who created the spring. Either way, He created the water in both.

I'm in a hole because at some point I found a shovel and started digging. Maybe I should trade my shovels for ladders and start climbing.

Nearly everyday life leans over and says, ‘Come on down!’ But standing at the bottom looking up, it’s finally dawned on me that it’s not these invitations that have dug this hole. Rather, it’s the fact that I accepted them.

More times than I can remember I look around and I ask why the hole I’m in looks so strangely familiar. Probably because it looks a whole lot like all the other ones I dug before I got around to digging this one.

We can dig holes, fill holes or live a life of doing neither by causing neither.

Shovels serve two purposes. One is to dig holes and the other is to fill them. And I must say that my life evidences my expertise with the first, but apparently I can’t figure out the second.

When I’m at the bottom looking up, the main question may not be ‘how do I get out of this hole?’ In reality, the main question might be ‘how do I get rid of the shovel that I used to dig it?