The darkness might hide things really well, but it doesn’t have the power to make them disappear. And when it comes to our dreams, we might want to remember that.

What we build certainly might look like a refuge, but if it wasn't designed by God it's something more akin to a leaky tent in the middle of a category 5 hurricane on a Monday morning. Nothing about it is good.

How often have I painted a splendid picture of a journey marked by courageous ascents and daring desert crossings when all along all I’ve really been doing is running?

Have we ever thought that being lost is our destination?

Whenever I’ve ‘jumped ship,’ I rarely ever land in the water. Rather, I tend to land on another ship that’s in just about as much trouble as the one I just jumped off of.

If I’m perplexed by the fact that I’m constantly lost, maybe somewhere in my head I’ve determined that being lost serves a greater purpose than being found.

The dark might be dark, but at least we don’t have to look at ourselves when we’re standing in it.

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

We can hide a lot of stuff until God shows up, for when God shows up nothing is hidden, which includes both our embarrassment and His forgiveness.