Of course my dreams lay leagues outside the reach of my resources and the grasp of my abilities. For if I did not dream something wildly bigger than myself, I might have some really good ideas but I don’t have any dreams.

More often than not, the greatest opposition to my dreams isn’t something that stands in front of me. Rather, it’s something that resides within me.

The search for what I need begins when it stops being about the search for what I need.

My goals exceed the reach of my energies, but my God exceeds the reach of my goals.

I thought myself sufficiently shrewd to make whatever decisions I wanted to make, and then to be able to sufficiently steer those decisions away from the rather dark and nasty places they would naturally take me. And I stand oddly perplexed that suddenly everything around me is dark and nasty.

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.

I can be absolutely assured that any endeavor of which God is not a part is most certainly a step backward. And any step backward is at least two steps behind where I’d be if I’d have gone forward in the first place.