Romanticizing comes with colored glasses of the most colored sort.

Too often, opinion is a lens polished by the grit of bias. And as I stare through my own lens, I might ask how much polish can the grit of bias actually create?

I pray for sufficient wisdom to understand that wisdom apart from God is the stuff of opinion tainted by the rot of bias. And if I am somehow apt to confuse such rubbish with wisdom, I will think myself wise but find myself living in a landfill.

Thankfulness is an attitude of possibilities, not an attitude of liabilities.

We have a choice. We can be jaded by what we’ve lost, or joyous over what that thing had accomplished while we had it.

The yardstick that we frequently use to determine if something can be restored is based on the handful of inches that we bring to the process, when God shows up with an infinite amount of miles.