Hoarding is holding onto what I can’t keep and all the while convincing myself that I can. And in the end, what I’m really hoarding is my need to believe something at the expense of my existence.

What I don’t have gnaws at me until I get it. And once I get it, I forgot that I wanted it because it was not about the need to have whatever it was that I wanted. Rather, it was about getting rid of the insecurities surrounding the fact that I did not have it.

To hide is our insecurities telling God that what we fear is bigger than Who He is. And in this case, maybe we should shoot the messenger.

As it peaks over the horizon, does not a sunrise whisper the opportunity to try again. And if the day passes and our efforts were stunted by the bane of our insecurities or blunted by the challenges of life, does not a sunset invite us to rest before it whispers the same message the next morning?

If I’m my biggest fan, the odds are I’m my only fan.

Our shared humanity is far deeper than we presume it to be. For in the face of another we can see our own, whether that be our deepest fears, our crippling insecurities, our most intimate pain, or our greatest hopes. Therefore, the best place that I might find myself is in the face of someone other than myself.

Our insecurities cause us to retaliate in outrageously greater proportions to whatever it was that came at us.