It’s thinking that I had the solution that probably created the problem in the first place.

I can chart my own path.  However, I’ve yet to figure out why so many of my paths always seem to lead to the edge of some really big cliffs. Maybe I should consider charting a path out of charting my path.

My conscience is the kill-joy of my greed. But my greed is the killer of my life. Any questions?

I often think myself to be so ingenious that I don’t even realize that my own plans may actually be my own undoing. Therefore, I might be wise to realize that God’s plans undo what I’ve done that’s undoing me.

We are not the masters of our own fate, for to leave something as monumental as that in our own hands is to seal our fate. And I suppose that in that sense, we might be the masters of our own fate.

If the light we have is continually engulfed by the darkness in a way that makes the darkness even darker, maybe we should think about getting our light from Someone else before it gets a whole lot darker.

Greatness untethered from God results in calamity unrestrained by men.

Maybe what I need to be rescued from is the feeling that I don’t need to be rescued, for without a doubt this is the most difficult rescue of all.

In one way or another, every mission that I have ever set out on to rescue myself is yet another mission that I end up needing to be rescued from. Hence, there is God.