Faith means I chose not to know, which is different than ignorance which refuses to know.

How in the world are we supposed to engage life when we spend all of our life building walls to protect ourselves from the very thing that we say we want to engage? The answer is, I think, understanding that God doesn’t need walls but we need Him.

Despite my frustration, the things that I’ve leaned on that are lying on the same ground that I am did not choose me. Rather, I chose them. Therefore, I chose the ground because I chose what couldn't keep me from being any place else.

Obedience that does not have faith in that to which it is being obedient will mouth the words, but it will never walk the road.

Trust is what I give to others out of the hope that they will give it back to me. But too often the return on such an investment is that it doesn’t return.

Why does not the stunning evidence of the last miracle grant me confidence in the next crisis? Because my immaturity does not permit such a faith, my desperate prayer is that God would grant me a robust faith sufficient to trust Him not for one crisis, but for an eternity of miracles.