The barrier to our future is often the very plans that we’ve created to get there.

I am the greatest obstacle to my greatest dreams.

I craft most of my own tragedies without ever having even the remotest understanding that it is I myself who have done the crafting.

It takes but a handful of words to ambush my soul with hope. Yet, the vexing question in it all is why do I so often ambush the words?

When I read the ghastly lines of tragedy darkly penned into my life, I turn and notice that the pen in my hand is wet.

I often think myself to be so ingenious that I don’t even realize that my own plans may actually be my own undoing. Therefore, I might be wise to realize that God’s plans undo what I’ve done that’s undoing me.