Most of the things we deem as impossible are only impossible because we’ve given them permission to be impossible.

We can be seized with panic of the fall, or inspired by the potential that lies within the fall.

More times than not, the word “impossible” is more about my attitude and less about the reality of the situation.

Worlds of my own creation are erected with walls that are within but a few scant paces of each other. The world that God creates for me has no idea what walls are.

Whatever stands in front of you was only allowed to be put there because inherent within you there lays the ability to climb it. Therefore, the real difficulty of an ascent such as this is not the nature of the mountain that stands in front of us, but the nature of the attitude that lays within us.

Undoubtedly, failure is growth in pain’s disguise.

Rather than being incensed by the nature of the bruise, maybe we should be inspired by the possibilities in the bruise.

If something is ugly, it’s likely that it’s only ugly because it’s never been given the opportunity to be beautiful. And never having had that opportunity is likely the ugliest thing of all.

My life is too often driven by the fear of the next moment verses focusing on the privilege that I have the next moment.