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.

Dream extravagantly, for God has imbued us with ample imagination to dream out to and across the very periphery of the impossible.

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.

There was a moment when any hope within me froze solid and I was finally emptied of all energy to fight the cold. And at the very point of that very surrender, when I became convinced that I must bow to a world that would be forever frigid, God cupped the hands of my soul and poured in the warmth of Christmas.

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