The beauty of God is that He will always be there to pick us up after we’ve exhausted ourselves attempting to be Him.

I cannot create greatness as I can only create weak facsimiles. And in sorting through the innumerable facsimiles around me, I will only happen upon true greatness when I happen upon the true God.

It is the fool who thinks that he can live in the darkness and not become dark.

Are we so patently ignorant as to believe that today just happened? For the incalculable number of complexities inherent in a single day are leagues beyond the reach of mere happenstance, and the threads that seamlessly tie these complexities together are beyond coincidence of the most fantastic sort.

There is this utterly fascinating rumor of a glorious sort of love. And even though we are crafted for it, the best that we can do is to catch the slightest hem of it before it slips away yet again. For we have yet to learn that what we seek is not the love of another person, but the love of God coursing through another person.

To understand the mysteries of God we must move past the logic of men.

To only see ‘death’ in death is to somehow assume that death itself is a barrier so abrupt that God Himself is halted by it. To see ‘life’ in death is to understand that death is a sprawling horizon to a new beginning that God created long before death ever thought to show up.

In many instances, the failures of my greatest schemes ultimately lead to the fulfillment of my greatest successes. Therefore, God will allow our most cherished dreams to perish so that we might turn and seek out His most cherished plans.

Despite my best effort to make myself as large as absolutely possible, life will always be larger than me. That simple fact makes God not only a likelihood, but a necessity.