Heaven shows up all the time. But we plan our time so that we show up in other places.

Why am I always lost in the woods?” I yell at the top of my voice! And if I choose to settle down for a moment and be honest with myself, I’ll rather reluctantly admit that I drew the map.

Our best-laid plans are often our worst-made decisions.

Underneath the chaos there stirs a great plan. And it will be birthed only if I give it permission to do so because I have exercised the faith that it’s there.

And so I stand in this bitter darkness, holding the map that I drew from the compass I created. And with a map and compass such as these, have I not arrived at the correct destination?

If I haven’t determined where tomorrow is going to be, I have no idea what today is about.

Without a doubt, the most ingenious plan I could ever hope to devise would be to trade my plans for God’s.

If the only thing that I can focus on is the conclusion of a matter, there’s a good chance that I haven’t devised a way to bring a conclusion to the matter.

If there’s one thing that I’ve repeatedly and rather foolishly forgotten to schedule into my life it is to create times where it’s not scheduled.