My goals exceed the reach of my energies, but my God exceeds the reach of my goals.

I would surmise that we must cherish the resources that God has given us to achieve a goal more than we cherish the goal itself. For if we fall victim to the pursuit of the goal alone, then the goal has suddenly become our god.

Although I regularly convince myself otherwise, because I aim at something doesn’t necessarily mean I have a target.

I thought myself sufficiently shrewd to make whatever decisions I wanted to make, and then to be able to sufficiently steer those decisions away from the rather dark and nasty places they would naturally take me. And I stand oddly perplexed that suddenly everything around me is dark and nasty.

With God, the word ‘impossible’ is itself impossible.

In the absence of faith, our dreams will move from feasible aspirations to implausible fantasy.