God will always want me more than I will want Him. And it seems quite reasonable to me that the greatest way that I can expend my life is to work on closing that gap.

I am emptier for having lost you, but I became fuller by realizing that losing someone leaves you space to be more of someone yourself.

Authentic love is deciding to live on a one-way street where all the arrows point down the street and not a single one of them point back up to where I’m standing.

I am always trying to figure God out so that I can figure Him in. But after a while I figure that I should just let God be God, and figure that He’ll figure it all out anyway.

In a relationship with God, our most secret places once thickly cloaked and meticulously hidden away now stand before us utterly and entirely exposed. And it may be that this dreaded fear is the single thing that keeps us an arm’s length from God, and forever a single step away from His blessings.

I must pray with great earnest that God grants me the ability to imagine Who He is, as I am barely able to imagine who I am.

If I’m not living this life in conjunction with God, I’m not living this life. Rather, what I’m doing is living the lie that I’m living this life.

If we’ve kept God far from us, we might ask how far we are from just about everything else.

Of course I can’t reach God. But He can reach me.