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

Most of our fears are borrowed. Since that’s the case, we should get busy returning them.

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.

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.

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.

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.