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.

How many times has our conscience firmly prompted us to ‘draw the line,’ and we showed up with an eraser?

The wisest thing that we can acknowledge is that we are not. The second wisest thing we can acknowledge is that God is. And the third wisest thing we can acknowledge is our need to surrender ourselves to both.

When wisdom gives way to whimsy and ethics fall to excitement, it is highly likely that the ground beneath me will ‘give way’ and it is I who will ‘fall.

It’s never a fool’s errand to have goals bigger than what we are. Rather, the fool’s errand is believing that there’s no such thing as a God who’s bigger than what our goals are.

I possess the rather amazing ability to cure the need to ever be cured again. And I can do that simply by claiming the ability to cure myself. For in doing so, it won’t be long before I won’t be around to be cured.

A lot of the situations that we put ourselves in are similar to a cat in a yard full of dogs. We rarely ask ourselves how we got here, (which doesn’t help with the question of how we get out of here), all of which rarely keeps us from finding ourselves in the next yard asking the same questions.

I can arrogantly brag that the doors I choose in life open wide and grant me unobstructed passage. But the widest doors tend to lead to the worst places.

Rescue is made possible by someone creating the need to be rescued. And while we are privileged to be involved in the occasional rescue, it seems that we’re far more involved in creating the need for it.