The road to success is paved with the hot asphalt of failure.

The road ahead is not some predetermined path that I am forced to trod, but it is a rich byway that I can help create.

We got where we are because our choices mapped the route and paved the road.

I paved the path to the very place I don’t want to be. But passing the blame off to someone else doesn’t put me any place else.

Far too often, it is at the moment where we finally stand on the very precipice of some great thing that we turn and abandon it, for it is at these seminal moments that fear wins and greatness dies. The beauty of Christmas is that God steps over precipices.

If the road behind me is not growing ever longer, then it is likely that the feet underneath me are not moving any longer. And if my feet are not moving, I have somehow, somewhere traded this most glorious journey for lesser endeavors.