I've diluted my idea of commitment with my desire for comfort. And once I've done that kind of diluting, the only commitment that I'm left with is a commitment to myself.

I can be equipped for a cause or I can be committed to one. The former might win the battle, but the latter will win the war.

I can live out the entirety of my days and never take a stand. Yet, if this is true, I have in fact never lived out my days. Rather, I died without living at all.

Sacrifice is a passion that unleashes everything away from us so that it can be drawn into everyone around us.

A gift ‘from’ the heart is far different than a gift ‘of’ the heart. For despite the size of the gift, if I have not given my heart I have given someone something that is in fact nothing.

The kind of new beginnings that transform our lives are less about what we do in our lives, and more about what we deliver into the life of another.

I hold in my hand a million ideas and more. But if I am puzzled as to why they have never leapt out of my hand and been birthed into the realities they were crafted to be, it is likely because the other hand has withheld the sacrifice that is necessary to birth an idea.

Sacrifice is not setting oneself up to die. It is liberating oneself to live.

Why should I care when no one else does? For the simple reason that the most critical time to care is when no one else does.