Prayer is knowing that what I ask for is always far bigger than what I could ever articulate, but it is never too big for God to understand nor is it ever too vast for Him to deliver.

If I had any hand in it at all there’s a chance that it might be beautiful, but it simply cannot not be majestic.

If I’d just quit making ropes I’d no longer be at the end of one.

Expectations are the shackles that will not permit something to be what it actually is.

If I am so terribly limited as to view my handicaps as nothing more than lamentable limitations, then I have taken some of my greatest God-given assets and completely handicapped them.

At times, life vast beyond our understanding careens and then collides headlong with the scrawny limitations of our understanding in an all-out brawl that will dictate whether we stay stunted or whether we rise liberated.

If I must know something in order to believe in it, what I am able to believe in will be severely limited. If I choose to believe in something in order to know it, then what I believe in can be boundless.

As impossibly paradoxical as is seems, is it possible that our limp is the very thing that allows us to run? And without a limp, could we in reality run?