You are the only you God made... God made you and broke the mold.

The idea of a spiritual heart transplant is a vivid image to me; once you have the heart of somebody else inside you, then that heart is there. Jesus' heart is inside me, and my heart is gone. So if God were to place a stethoscope against my chest, he would hear the heart of Jesus Christ beating.

We are Jesus Christ's; we belong to him. But even more, we are increasingly him. He moves in and commandeers our hands and feet, requisitions our minds and tongues. We sense his rearranging: debris into the divine, pig's ear into silk purse. He repurposes bad decisions and squalid choices. Little by little, a new image emerges.

It's not what you say out of your mouth that determines your life, it's what you whisper to yourself that has the most power!

If I don’t know who I am apart from everyone else, I probably need to spend some time apart from everyone else.

Your uniqueness, is your magnificence.