Maybe it’s a whole lot less about focusing on the fact that we’re all victims and a whole lot more about the changing the fact that we’re all careless, as that is what victimized all of us in the first place.

I tend to walk around convinced that any amount of forgiveness that I could extend could never possibly compensate for the offenses that I’ve had to endure. Yet, maybe the greater offense is that I’ve got that backwards.

Rather than being incensed by the nature of the bruise, maybe we should be inspired by the possibilities in the bruise.

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.

If we’re honest, what makes something impossible is not our fear. Rather, it is our indifference.

The real promise in too many promises is a promise that I’m going to be disappointed.