I am amazed that without any hesitation whatsoever I can completely believe myself to be on a grand journey of massive vistas and bold ascents, only to find that they are nothing more than a figment of a frightened imagination that needed a journey but could not admit to the fear of actually taking one.

If you dreamt it, it was worth your time to dream it. If it was worth your time to dream it, then it’s worth your life to build it. And if it’s worth your life to build it, build more than one.

The sacrifice ‘of’ self for the greater good is the greatest calling imaginable, and it is the bedrock of the greatest nations. The sacrifice ‘for’ self is the most pathetic calling imaginable, and it is the quicksand within which nations perish.

Will we abandon the dream to the brutality of the road that we must walk in order to bring the dream to reality? Or will we lay ourselves before God as the author of dreams and leveler of roads?

Without the height of the peak and the depth of our commitment to scale it, we will spend the whole of our lives viewing our dreams from the bottom looking up.

If I fashion a box for my dreams and then carefully pack them away in that box, I no longer have dreams.

Tomorrow’s successes are evidence of yesterday’s dreams that have been wrestled alive by today’s sacrifices.

The act of striving itself is not sufficient to suggest that one is actually striving, for without an objective that is defined by the bigness of God and freed from the smallness of us we are only toddling about.

We are deathly afraid of attempting great things, yet on the other hand we are also deathly afraid of missing great things. But the larger question in all of this might be, “Why is it that great things matter to us in the first place?” They matter because God made us for great things.