Underneath the chaos there stirs a great plan. And it will be birthed only if I give it permission to do so because I have exercised the faith that it’s there.

Why am I always lost in the woods?” I yell at the top of my voice! And if I choose to settle down for a moment and be honest with myself, I’ll rather reluctantly admit that I drew the map.

The power of a thing is not based on the power it actually possesses. Rather, it is much more about the power that we permit it to possess.

Expectations are the shackles that will not permit something to be what it actually is.

To my own demise, I rarely ask why I’m hungry because I’m focusing all of my energies on getting fed. And if I persist in such a diminishing cycle, in all probability I will eventually starve to death because I have chosen to gorge myself on the very things that will keep me empty.

If sacrifice is not the theme of my life, there’s no sense telling the story.