Far too often, it is at the moment where we finally stand on the very precipice of some great thing that we turn and abandon it, for it is at these seminal moments that fear wins and greatness dies. The beauty of Christmas is that God steps over precipices.

Sadly, in too many cases surrender is having been ‘outrun’ by fear rather than having ‘run out’ of heart.

Loss is the uninvited door that extends us an unexpected invitation to unimaginable possibilities.

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.

The very places that we presume God not to be are the very places that are filled with His footprints and littered with His fingerprints.

In reality, there are two losses in most of our losses. The first occurred the day that we actually lost whatever it was that we lost. But if we look more closely, the real ‘first’ loss was the day that we started neglecting it.

Things becomes invisible at the very moment I refuse to grant them importance. And while I am utterly ashamed to admit it, many of the most important things in my life are invisible.

Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both.