If I have attached anything to sacrifice other than loss, I have at some level assumed a pay-off. And if I’ve assumed a pay-off, I’m only assuming a sacrifice.

Sacrifice” and “self” both begin with the same letter, but the spelling is way different after that.

Love never lives on a one-way street, for it will always come back up the road bigger than how we had sent it down the road.

Making oneself large involves intentionally making oneself small.

We have errantly romanticized love as something we freely get verses something we sacrifice for in the giving.

To calculate sacrifice is to attempt to sacrifice safely, and safe sacrifice is one of the most outrageous oxymoron’s I can think of.

I am thankful that in the giving we receive, and what we receive is the satisfaction of knowing that whatever we give is always bigger once we’ve given it away.

If we’re really to give ourselves the best of ourselves, we have to be honest with the worst of ourselves.

As I live out my life, I would be wise to remember that the size of my shoe does not dictate the depth of my print.