Great writing is about packing a single thought into a handful of words so that your life can be enlarged by a boatload of growth. And if what you’re reading isn’t doing that for you, it’s just scribbling.

There are people who have been horrifically bent by the severity of their wounds. But there are also those who have been raised up by the lessons inherent in those wounds to the point that they are no longer bent nor ever will be bent again. And the difference between the two rests in the fact that the former let their wounds define them, while the latter let the lessons embolden them.

Your failures are your greatest accomplishments waiting to happen.

Pain is the perfecting of our souls, for it cuts in order to create, it hurts in order to hone, and it knocks us down with great force so that our resolve to get up becomes unimaginably greater than the force that knocked us down. And although we have come to know it differently, such is the spirit of pain.

If I see brokenness only as brokenness, I will have broken the opportunity in my brokenness. And that is the greatest brokenness of all.

Life is such that beginnings and endings are neither. For in fact, they perpetually lay the groundwork for the other.

We would prefer all gain and no loss in life, yet that would gain us nothing more than great loss.

Loss is an invitation to a journey of unparalleled growth, yet we seldom RSVP the invitation.