We are always immeasurably bigger than the little person we’ve too often doomed ourselves to be.

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

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?

Easter is God throwing everything at death so that I can give everything to life.

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.

Impulsivity is something akin to spontaneously jumping out of an airplane and not realizing that you forgot something until about five seconds before impact.