Life is less about keeping myself from falling and more about who I have around me when I do.

The person next to you is probably doing the best they can. But if they’re not, try doing the best you can to help them do the best they can.

Lives are transformed in the solitude of those entirely unassuming moments where one life turns sufficiently away from itself in order to brush by another, and in the brushing it leaves that life forever better. And if I am privileged to have any legacy at all, let it be a million of these moments.

By far, the best way to find myself before I end up losing myself is to put someone else before myself.

Fear is the result of counting on men instead of leaning on God.

How often have I lifted my foot to take a peek at what I’m standing on, only to discover that there’s nothing there and that I’ve been confusing ‘falling’ with ‘standing.

To my children I say, “Fall on me.” For what greater privilege has a parent than to be that place to fall in a world that is itself fallen?

I will spend my life believing in you so that you will someday commit to doing the same.

It is not about our world collapsing. Rather, it’s about another human being holding our hand in the collapse. For then the carnage is no longer about the loss, but about what both of these hands are going to build from it.