I pray that I am sufficiently stirred by the rumor of great things to seek the God who created this single thread that I am, and to marvel at a vision magnificent enough to cause this God to weave from this single thread a tapestry most resplendent.

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.

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

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

It has nothing to do with who I am as compared to everyone else. It has everything to do with who I am in companionship with God.

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