With God, anything that stands against you will always be inferior to what resides within you.

Too often we make it more about what stands before us, and we miss all that stands within us.

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

I huddle in the dark with a mass of burnt matches strewn at my feet. And yet, for all of those matches I’ve not been able to light a single candle. And huddled in such deep darkness, I’ve somehow yet to realize that Christmas made both matches and candles forever obsolete.

Despite my best effort to make myself as large as absolutely possible, life will always be larger than me. That simple fact makes God not only a likelihood, but a necessity.

To ascend the mountain, we must descend to our knees.