We are always immeasurably bigger than the little person we’ve too often doomed ourselves to be.
God invites. We decline. And because of that single foolhardy decision we spend the rest of our lives ‘declining’.
If you think you can stand to know what you’re made of, try kneeling before God.
It may be that we’re not seeing the wonder in life because all we’re doing is wondering how we’re going to survive life.
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?
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.
If the amount of times we get up is just one less than the amount of times that we've been knocked down, then we're spending our lives lying down.