Tragedy cleans the windows of the soul by washing away the bias of our lives in the detergent of pain.

Pain dutifully reminds me that the world is terribly imperfect, but it faithfully helps me appreciate the world on those days when it’s a little closer to being perfect.

To even begin to embrace the magnitude of God’s vision, we must first embrace our vision as being nothing more than vision by definition.

Pain is nothing but growth waiting for us to give it permission to grow us up.

Without mountains, we might find ourselves relieved that we can avoid the pain of the ascent, but we will forever miss the thrill of the summit. And in such a terribly scandalous trade-off, it is the absence of pain that becomes the thief of life.

Loss is an invitation to a journey of unparalleled growth, yet we seldom RSVP the invitation.