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

If my heart is set on pursuing real treasures, my mind must be fixed solely on the privilege of enjoying them and freed of the obsession of owning them.

Greatness untethered from God results in calamity unrestrained by men.

There’s something tightly woven throughout the fabric of our humanity that runs entirely opposite to the baser instinct of looking out for our own good.

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

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?