It is not about our world collapsing. Rather, it’s about another human being holding our hand in the collapse. For then the carnage is no longer about the loss, but about what both of these hands are going to build from it.

It is until I can no longer hold something in my hands that I often realize that I never really cherished it in my heart.

My worth is not based on the ‘work of my hands’ despite how feverishly I might work and how audaciously successful I might be. Rather, my worth is based exclusively on the astonishing fact that I am the ‘work of God’s hands.

I have forged many things that I believe to be things of great beauty. Yet if God is not a part of them, they are entirely counterfeit and I have been robbed blind by the work of my own hands.

I can amass countless fortunes and yet stand with empty hands. I can seek God and have fortunes that fill countless hands.