To think that we grasp the fullness of life is to say that by holding a mere drop of water in our hands we are able to understand the immensity of the ocean.

My limitations abruptly define the frighteningly negligible extent of my existence, yet my soul utterly perishes if bound by those very same limits. And does this not somehow evidence both the reality of and need for God?

We need to know that our limits do not define our limitations. And an empty tomb does exactly that.

To enjoy beauty in the company of myself is to experience beauty bound by the limits of the sole person that I am. But, to experience beauty in the company of God is to experience beauty bound by the limits of Who God is, which is to experience beauty without limits.

Worlds of my own creation are erected with walls that are within but a few scant paces of each other. The world that God creates for me has no idea what walls are.

I am here to tell you that the limitations that you see within yourself are a manifestation of everything except yourself.

My limitations are not where I end. They just inform me as to where God begins.

Ignorance is my refusal to think outside the box of my fears.

If we limit love to being nothing more than a feeling, we have no real feeling for what love is.