If I’m pretending I’m either attempting to expand the scope of my world through the magic of my imagination, or I’m attempting to flee the whole of it because of the depth of my fear.

If you can imagine something, at least imagine it with legs so that it has a chance to go somewhere.

A lack of imagination results in a lack of living.

Christmas is God handing us a dream that’s beyond our imagination and then gifting us with resources that are beyond our imagination so that we can make that dream real beyond our imagination.

To think that ignoring something is to make it go away is to exercise some of the greatest imagination imaginable. And if there’s something that needs to go away, it’s that kind of imagination.

I’d much rather have all of this be the ‘pigment’ of my imagination rather than a ‘figment,’ for at least it would all have some color.

I can imagine all sorts of things. But can I imagine a God who insists that we imagine the impossible so that the impossible need not remain imagination?

If I take this imagination of mine and multiply it a thousand times over, even then I have yet to touch even the barest hem of heaven.

I must not imagine what is ‘not’ as a means of escaping what ‘is’. Rather, I must understand what ‘is’ and imagine how I can make it what it is ‘not’.