The thing that I’m most likely to collapse under is not the weight of the stresses that stand around me, but the ego that sits within me.

Shame is embarrassment multiplied against itself until it dies under it’s own weight and we with it. Forgiveness is freedom multiplied against the Cross until it flies under it’s own liberation and we with it.

An obese ego is just about the heaviest thing you’ll ever carry. So maybe you should stop feeding it.

The burdens I carry on my back are in direct correlation to the weight of my ego.

Instead of the weight that sinks us, consequences are often the life preserver that saves us.

Forgiveness allows the burdens that we carry to become the histories that we forget.

Despite the fact that life has repeatedly reinforced my conviction that the tomb was empty, some of my most profound errors have occurred when I was straining under the weight of a death that was in reality the liberation of a transition.