I’m not the author of my fears, but I sure feed them really well.

Fate’ and ‘coincidence’ are the mythological derivatives authored by those who refuse to see a ‘greater purpose’, because such a conclusion would naturally suggest a ‘Greater Being’.

Maybe we ought to consider that sometimes the most destructive outcomes in our lives are the ones that we’ve created.

The barrier to our future is often the very plans that we’ve created to get there.

I paved the path to the very place I don’t want to be. But passing the blame off to someone else doesn’t put me any place else.

To build refuges of my own making is to construct fortresses of sand at ocean’s edge, where the relentless tides of time will leave my most magnificently constructed walls as perfectly flat sand. And now that I am subject to the very tides that destroyed these walls of mine, I am left with the reality that my single and sole refuge can only be the God who created both tides and sand.

The strewn and tangled wreckage that litters our lives is the precious raw material from which great beginnings are forged.