I’d rather not write my own story, for in doing so I have assumed that I possess a writing ability equal to that of God. And that assumption will result in a story that is certain to have a bad ending.

Bravery is not the absence of fear, for then I doubt that anyone would be truly brave. Rather, it is passion clothed in determination.

If left to my own simplistic devices and the sorely scant limits of my abilities, would I not die a death of the blandest sort imaginable? And should I not thank God that He graciously gifted me with an imagination that renders such a death entirely unimaginable?

Authentic love is deciding to live on a one-way street where all the arrows point down the street and not a single one of them point back up to where I’m standing.

Some things must be pursued, or they may in fact pursue us.

The desire of my heart is to fill my heart with everything that is of God so that there is no space for anything that is of greed. For once I have been filled in just such a manner, the desire of my heart has finally become the reality of my existence.

I want to have a robust vision for what God can do, but I want to have an equally robust passion to get out of His way so that He can do it.

Dear God, grant me the strength that I don’t have to do the things I can’t do.

The only explanation that I can come up with to explain the passion that I have to do what I cannot is the existence of a God who can.