Patience is where we choose to enjoy the view instead of run off the cliff.

It’s not the size nor the power of the ocean that amazes me. Rather, it’s the way that something so powerful and immense can repeatedly caress a beach with such tenderness and never tire of doing it.

The problem with patience is that we are not patient enough to learn it.

The extent of God’s grace always eclipses the extent of my grotesqueness. Therefore, I can never be bad enough for God to tell me that He’s had enough.

Being hurried sacrifices the journey for the sake of the goal. But have I stopped to think that achieving the goal is but a moment in time while the journey is made up of a million moments?

Life is like a chess game; you have to think three moves ahead. Sadly, many people jump ahead and then wish that they could make six moves backwards.

Patience is the thing that makes me think about my choices rather than having my choices make me think about why I made them.

If you feel that you need to argue, do so once you’ve listened, because if you do you’re likely to realize that there’s really nothing to argue about. And that’s the best argument for not having one.

To rush is to equate speed with productivity. For speed might insure that something gets done, but it does not guarantee that it’s productive.