Sooner or later I will be faced with the fact that the world is helpless to meet my needs. And at that point, I will be left with two conclusions; that life is cruel or God is real.
I have both the violent turbulence of the storm and the quiet promises of God in the storm. And what I must work to remember is that something is not necessarily stronger simply because it’s louder.
I pray that I am never so foolishly naive or roguishly pompous to think that I can be the captain of my own ship, for if God is not at the helm my ship will soon be at the bottom.
We look around us and we find ourselves confused as to why the world has fallen into such deep darkness. And standing in this descending darkness, what we need to realize is that the farther we move from God, the darker everything gets. And no light of man can illuminate that kind of darkness.
With God, brokenness is nothing more than the stage upon which the impossible is about to happen.
I make messes. God makes masterpieces. And the difference is found in surrendering what I think I know to the God who knows without having to think.
Despite the difficulties, I haven’t given up on the world because God hasn’t given me permission to do that.
God doesn’t want us to focus on what mankind has done, but on what He plans to do.
The impossible is not the place where we ran out of possibilities. Rather, it’s the place where we ran out of faith.
I came to the end of myself fighting to birth the beginning of a dream. But what really brought me to the end of myself was that I was foolish enough to fight for a dream without including the God that had given it to me.
How in the world are we supposed to engage life when we spend all of our life building walls to protect ourselves from the very thing that we say we want to engage? The answer is, I think, understanding that God doesn’t need walls but we need Him.
It has nothing to do with what the mountain in front of us is. Rather, it has everything to do with what God is going to do to it.
If I am unable to believe that I am more than happenstance, I have chosen to behave as a person of accident verses standing as a man of purpose.
Despite the illusions that I so readily embrace, whatever I hold can’t be held, for in time, time will steal it away. But time can’t hold God. Therefore, of all the things around me, my hands should be full of God and empty of everything else.
I don’t want to say that I believe in God. Rather, I want to live out my life like I believe in God because that takes the words that I choose not to say and it shouts them without ever saying them.
Pain believes itself to be the force that pushes everyone away. But God says that pain is the invitation that He could never throw away.
If I really believe that my timing is perfect, maybe the thing that’s perfect is my denial about my timing. And if that’s the case, maybe now is the perfect time to be honest about that.
The battle is never fought alone even though we might feel alone in the fight, for with God the feeling of being alone never supersedes the fact of His presence.
Any refuge other than God is probably something that I should seek refuge from rather than seek refuge in.
If I make something as small as myself, it will never be as great as I need it to be in order to help me quit being as small as I've chosen to be.