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.

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.

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.

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.

My prayer is that God would continue to love me enough to refuse to answer the prayers I'm praying that I shouldn't be praying.

Why is it when I pursue the praises of men I find myself with everything that I’ve looked for but nothing that I need? That’s because I have an extraordinary habit of looking for the wrong thing in the wrong place.