At some point I hope to have grown sufficiently in both stature and wisdom to understand that I cannot deliver myself from myself, and that God alone can save me from me.

I simply can’t look into the heavens on a crisp starry night and somehow bring myself to believe that the gaping expanse that engulfs the whole of me is the product of chance happenstance. And neither can I believe that the gaping expanse that rests within me is anything less.

If I only let God do for me what I do for me, I have made God me. And if I have made God me, I don’t have God or me.

To spend my days regretting what I’m not is to rob me of the energy I need to celebrate who I am.

I while away my time wishing I were someone else when simply being me is the most magnificent thing I could ever wish to do.

The challenge is never based on the size of the obstacle that stands before me. Rather, it is dictated by the degree of faith that rests within me.

I've diluted my idea of commitment with my desire for comfort. And once I've done that kind of diluting, the only commitment that I'm left with is a commitment to myself.

Greatness demands that I understand that I am not nearly as big as I thought myself to be, but that I am capable of becoming far bigger than I ever imagined myself to be.

One sure way I can avoid facing myself is by refusing to look into the face of God.