We can only climb the mountains because there’s a valley that makes the mountain a mountain.

The presence of a path doesn’t necessarily mean the existence of a destination.

We can only get to God through God. Every other possible avenue is a dead-end before it even starts.

If life is nothing more than a journey to death, autumn makes sense but spring does not.

The line that we chart into our future is often more a circle that brings us back to our past. And it might be that there is some hidden intent in charting circles in that we can feel like we’re moving when we actually have no intent of doing so.

I would be an utter fool to let my journey be defined by the denial of the journey.

I can attempt to stay on the fence. However, the problem is that the fence is a figment of my fear not a reality of my journey.

Fear says that what God has called me to is blatantly impossible. Selfishness says that the cost is unacceptably prohibitive. My humanity harbors other lesser agendas that seduce me to my own death. And I would be wise to believe none of it.

It is inevitable that I will leave a legacy simply because I cannot walk through life without leaving footprints as I walk. Therefore, I would be wise to consider the path before I make the prints.