If I assume that my vocabulary is big enough to envelop all of God, I can be certain that it is my arrogance that has enveloped all of me.

Without God, my internal compass is something more akin to a windmill in a hurricane.

As far my priorities are concerned, there’s the front of the line, the end of the line, and everything in-between. And as far as God is concerned, He spends most of His time waiting to get in line.

Too often, my vision stops at what I’ve become rather than what I was created to be.

If I end up at the edge of this cliff one more time than the number of times I’ve walked away from it, I need to burn my map, trade in my compass and ask God for a new set.

There is a point to which we alone can take ourselves. And while we think that to be the pinnacle of our existence, with God it is the point of departure for our existence.

And when we stand in the middle of whatever wilderness happens to be ours, we look around and ask, what plan got us here and what plan will get us out? The former is likely the product of our ignorant contrivances, while the latter is a formulation of God's phenomenal genius. And have we ever considered that we might be in the wilderness because we’ve confused the two?

I project my limits on God when faith would say that I should be projecting His limitlessness on me.

Vision is not the ability to see. Rather, it is the willingness to see.