Abundant living is realizing that life is a privilege whether it’s adhering to our scripts or not.

An idea without sacrifice, regardless of grand it might be, will never be anything more than an idea.

What is being late other than the time-table that I have assigned to something because I’m not certain God’s got a watch that’s in synch with mine.

God never delays. Rather, it is our ‘delayed’ willingness to embrace the genius of God as held against the ignorance of our shallowness, for such a crippling posture infuses a sense of delay directly into the middle of strategic perfection.

At the moment that everything goes dark, the sunset in front of us becomes the whole story. But if we find courage enough to wait until tomorrow morning, we will suddenly come to understand that in reality yesterday’s sunset was only half of the story.

Life is not random, for randomness is simply purpose that we’ve yet to discern.

Each day hands me a clean sheet of paper upon which to write. Therefore, I would be wise to write without ever having the need to erase.

We want to 'write in' our plan and 'write out' the consequence. When we do that, we're headed 'right back' to what we foolishly thought we could 'write out.

I can only see life as this most miserable accident that I have been forced to endure simply because I refuse to see it as the most astounding plan that I have been privileged to engage.