Failure is information encased in a shell of pain.

Each day hands me a clean sheet of paper upon which to write. Therefore, I would be wise to write without ever having the need to erase.

Intelligence and wisdom are certainly compatible, however they are rarely seen in each other’s company.

What I know is dwarfed by what I don’t know. And if I know this, I know more than those who think they know.

What we forget is that the past is not a place to live. Rather, it is the place that gives us what we need to live more robustly in a present that will become an even more magical past if we let it be so.

The miracle is that the brilliance of the miraculous can live in the blandness of the mundane. The greater miracle is that we have enough brilliance in our own blandness to see it.

If I see brokenness only as brokenness, I will have broken the opportunity in my brokenness. And that is the greatest brokenness of all.

Thankfulness always sees everything as a gift even though it might be wrapped in some rather unsavory wrapping paper, for the wrapping need not dictate the contents.

I want to ‘think’ that I have all the answers. But if I ‘think’, I soon realize that what I thought to be answers were guesses. And if I ‘think’ yet again, I begin to realize that since God has all the answers He never hands me a guess.