I rigorously lament all of the many things that I don’t have. But in this self-imposed and rather lively pity-party to which I’ve invited myself, what I forget are the resources I do have that equip me to obtain what I don’t.

There is that gnawing feeling that we are far more than what we believe ourselves to be. Maybe it’s time to believe the gnawing.

We don’t create. We simply cultivate what has already been created.

If I’m not flourishing, I might want to check out the soil.

To make a choice not to sacrifice is to decide that I am better off allowing a life to perish than release the resources I possess that might allow it to thrive. And because of choices such as these, the life that I am really allowing to perish is mine.

To blame my failures on the lack of resources is less about the lack of resources and more about my unwillingness to access those resources.

The greatest dividends in life are those that we give away.

The present leans toward referencing itself. History references everything.

The ‘more of me’ that I often don’t see is the ‘whole of God’ within me that’s waiting for the ‘less of me’ to release into the ‘all of me.