Heaven shows up all the time. But we plan our time so that we show up in other places.

I paved the path to the very place I don’t want to be. But passing the blame off to someone else doesn’t put me any place else.

Failure is information encased in a shell of pain.

The step that we are on is only a step to the next place, and no step regardless of how massive is ever a destination.

If the road behind me is not growing ever longer, then it is likely that the feet underneath me are not moving any longer. And if my feet are not moving, I have somehow, somewhere traded this most glorious journey for lesser endeavors.

When standing face to face with myself, I far too often refuse to look in the mirror. When standing face to face with God, there is no place where a mirror is not.