You are greater than you can possibly imagine, if you would only free yourself up to imagine.

When the world does its level best to devalue me in ways that are nothing short of brutal, all it does is evidence my value. For why would it expend such massive amounts of energy attempting to destroy something that’s not there?

If the pursuit of perfection is a way to prove our worth, in the end the pursuit will only prove our imperfections.

There is that gnawing feeling that we are far more than what we believe ourselves to be. Maybe it’s time to believe the gnawing.

I take my cues from the world around me and carefully paint a self-portrait that the world can’t help but accept. However, I would be much wiser to put down all such artistic notions and hold up the portrait of me painted by God simply because that is a picture at which the world can’t help but marvel.

It’s not a lack of opportunity around me. Rather, it’s a lack of faith within me.