However far I’ve come, it’s probably somewhere less than halfway of where I could be if I simply believed in myself.

It’s not a lack of opportunity around me. Rather, it’s a lack of faith within me.

It has nothing to do with who I am as compared to everyone else. It has everything to do with who I am in companionship with God.

You are greater than you can possibly imagine, if you would only free yourself up to imagine.

There is that gnawing feeling that we are far more than what we believe ourselves to be. Maybe it’s time to believe the gnawing.

I take my cues from the world around me and carefully paint a self-portrait that the world can’t help but accept. However, I would be much wiser to put down all such artistic notions and hold up the portrait of me painted by God simply because that is a picture at which the world can’t help but marvel.