I can confidently state that the greatest rescues in my life have occurred when I’ve been saved from myself.

God has placed Himself squarely within the confines of my confines so that within my reach there lays the very thing that I need to break me out of those confines. Therefore, if I remain confined, it may be because I don’t understand that I’m confined. And if I don’t understand that I’m confined, I can be certain that I don’t understand my need for God. And that is likely the greatest confinement of all.

It is not the chains of some tyrant that robs us of freedom. Rather, it is the staleness of our attitude.

Suddenly finding myself imprisoned in the ruins of the fortresses I created, I realize that that which I built to protect me has now become a labyrinth that is set to destroy me. And laying spent in the rubble, I finally realize that there is only one fortress and I cannot create it because there is only one God.

Dreams are ideas where the collar has been removed and the leash has been thrown away.

I am thankful that I can be thankful, for if thankfulness did not exist my heart would be irretrievably imprisoned by the crazed twins of acquisition and possession, and my soul would exist as a forever slave to greed.

To look beyond our horizons is to acknowledge that we’ve hemmed ourselves in by creating them in the first place.