My wisdom absent of God’s wisdom is nothing more than a best-guess.

Our best-laid plans are often our worst-made decisions.

We tediously create calendars filled with empty duties, and then we foolishly let those calendars empty us.

Quite often our most intricate plans are nothing more than our ‘best guess’ dressed up in some intellectual finery so that we look like we know what we’re talking about. And if that’s where we’re at, it’s my guess that we should seek out the God who doesn’t.

Why is it that crisis pushes me to my own devices when those devices are frequently the very things that produced my crisis in the first place?

As the old saying goes, “There’s more than one way to skin a cat.” The problem is that too often we assume that we’ve got the right cat, and then we assume that the only solution is to skin it. And once everything mercifully comes to a close, assuming that we’ve made a terrible mess of things is the only assumption that’s not an assumption.

Sometimes we can’t quite put our finger on something important because we’ve got our fingers wrapped around so many other things that are not important.

Sometimes we can’t quite put our finger on something important because we’ve got all of our fingers wrapped around a bunch of other things that are not important.

Far too often my priorities become the things that are right in front of me rather than being the things that create the foundation underneath me.