Is my faith so terribly pathetic that I have diminished God to the point that I doubt His ability to survive in the very world that He came to save? Indeed, I have done exactly that. And all I need to do to beat that mentality is to remember that a baby born in a manger with every disadvantage imaginable stills lives today.

To simply survive appears to be the choice of the plodding hoards that wander all around me. Therefore, I’ve adamantly committed to never hoard hoards.

It may be that we’re not seeing the wonder in life because all we’re doing is wondering how we’re going to survive life.

If my goal is simply to survive the journey, then I’m not on the journey in the first place.