Measuring sticks try to rank some people as big and some people as small - but we aren't sizes. We are souls. There are no better people or worse people - there are only God-made souls.
Whatever I'm writing comes organically out of my life.
Get this, kids - how a man proposes isn't what makes him romantic. It's how a man purposes to lay down his life that makes him romantic.
The real romantics are the boring ones - they let another heart bore a hole deep into theirs.
Scales always lie. They don't make a scale that ever told the truth about value, about worth, about significance.
A simplified Christmas isn't about circumstances as much as it is about focus.
Comparison is a thug that robs your joy. But it's even more than that - Comparison makes you a thug who beats down somebody - or your soul.
Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else's, and you've just picked up a stick and beaten up your own soul.
