What is life but God’s daring invitation to a remarkable journey? And what is human nature but a staunchly inbred tendency toward self-preservation? And because of the rigidly paradoxical nature of these things, the road of life is seldom trod beyond a few scant steps.
The barrier to our future is often the very plans that we’ve created to get there.
If I get up just one less time than the number of times I’ve been knocked down, I have done one of the most devastating things possible; I have halted my life at that very spot.
If I were to be brutally honest with myself, how often is my journey actually a path designed to circumvent my journey?
Peace is achieved when our conscience rests in the fact that we’ve engaged in ‘right’ living, verses believing that living is a ‘right.
Forgiving others simply means that you refuse to be a prisoner of a past that you can’t change, and shackled to decisions that you didn’t make.
One of the most terrifying things I fear is not my potential, but how much regret I’ll die with should I never use it.
If I have found my journey to be a maddening tangle of wandering ‘rabbit-trails,’ a labyrinth of incessantly circular passages to nowhere and back, and a plethora of assorted ‘dead-ends’ fraudulently disguised as paths of great promise, it can only be because I have mindlessly exchanged God’s compass for mine. Therefore, it would appear that another exchange might be in order.
Ignorance is avoiding that which stands in front of me out of the misplaced hope that it will put what I’m ignoring behind me. Instead, it’s most certain to drop it on top of me.
We know enough to know that all of this is not quite right. And we know enough to know that settling for what’s not quite right is quite wrong.