The only reason I can’t jump in and engage life is that I’ve told myself I can’t. Yet I can’t helping wondering would happen if I told myself I could?

The ‘fact’ of my actions frequently collide with the ‘fiction’ of my words. And at what point will I live what I say, so I will avoid what I do?

If you think you can stand to know what you’re made of, try kneeling before God.

The road from ‘here’ to ‘there’ is a map yet to be written with the pen I hold in my hand.

My prayer is that God would continue to love me enough to refuse to answer the prayers I'm praying that I shouldn't be praying.

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