We are quick to surrender that which we deem as long dead, when God is quick to restore that which He deems as never really having lived.

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.

Although it pains me, I must admit that I have never found what I ‘need.’ And I am in this place because long ago I took it upon myself to decide what I ‘want’ to need, verses surrendering to what I ‘need’ to need. And thankfully I have realized that God made Christmas everything that I ‘want,’ but more so He made it everything that I ‘need.

I much prefer not to fall, unless of course I am falling into the hands of God.

The promises of God hold up long after the promises of the world have blown up.

The worst of me is the raw material from which God molds the best of me.