If I scan the expanse of my heart and find it empty of everything except emptiness, it is because I ‘poured’ the whole of my passion into something other than God. And anything other than God will always be too ‘poor’ to be able to ‘pour’ back anything that can fill that kind of emptiness.

Suddenly finding myself imprisoned in the ruins of the fortresses I created, I realize that that which I built to protect me has now become a labyrinth that is set to destroy me. And laying spent in the rubble, I finally realize that there is only one fortress and I cannot create it because there is only one God.

If I choose to take the pen from God and write the story of my life without Him, I better have plenty of erasers and a whole lot of white-out. Better yet, I should invest in a good shredder.

With God, the impossible is not an obstacle but an invitation.

Hope is not some thin thing that is subject to the winds of fate, but it is crafted hard by the hands of God.

Hope is not some thin thing that is subject to the winds of fate. Rather, it is something crafted hard by the hands of God.

With God, the fear of failure is slain cold by success that is already hot on the way.

To attempt to know myself ‘apart’ from God is to choose to know nothing more than ‘a part’ of myself.

Maybe I don’t have enough beginnings in my life because I fought against the endings that were about to birth those beginnings.