We can live out our lives, and in the end realize that we never really ‘lived’ a day in our lives.

At the end, a journey based on my imagination will leave me imagining that I should have engaged the very thing I used my imagination to avoid.

I pretend to give gifts that people pretend to be gifts so that I can pretend that I gave something that actually cost me something. And what pretending or this sort gives me is the gift of a pretend life.

If I scan the expanse of my heart and find it empty of everything except emptiness, it is because I ‘poured’ the whole of my passion into something other than God. And anything other than God will always be too ‘poor’ to be able to ‘pour’ back anything that can fill that kind of emptiness.

One of the greatest lies is to believe that we don’t have value. One of the greatest mistakes is to act on that belief. And the greatest liberation is found in looking at the cross of Christ and realizing the enormity of the lie.

I wonder if it’s in losing everything that we realize that all we’ve lost is the ‘nothing’ that we mistakenly thought was ‘everything.

With God, being lost is nothing more than an idea that never has and never will be anything more than an idea.

If I’m chasing the wrong thing, what I’m chasing will end up chasing me. And in the end, I’m less likely to be the one doing the catching.

I have diligently disciplined my life to search out life’s gifts in the places where life stores its scraps.