We can be seized with panic of the fall, or inspired by the potential that lies within the fall.

The barrier to our future is often the very plans that we’ve created to get there.

To ‘pretend’ is to say that I’m willing to waste the precious energy that it takes to pretend, and I’m unwilling to cultivate the bravery that it takes to be real. And I am at a complete loss to pretend that either of these aren’t true.

If I can draw the slightest smile across a single face obliterated by pain, in that act I will have begun to understand the power of an ordinary human being to perform the seemingly impossible in the life of another human being. And how can that experience do anything less than drive me to try and make the world smile.

The romantic within us is a harbinger of our deepest desires.

The worst of me is the raw material from which God molds the best of me.