If I had any hand in it at all there’s a chance that it might be beautiful, but it simply cannot not be majestic.

Because I have ‘chosen’ to see something as impossible, there’s a good chance that it’s not.

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.

To fall down is to face the weakness of my humanity, test the mettle of my character, and push the limits of my strength. Therefore, falling down will tell me who I am far more clearly than most things I might learn when I’m standing up.

God invites. We decline. And because of that single foolhardy decision we spend the rest of our lives ‘declining’.

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