Where am I?” you ask. Where you are is where the things you’ve denied worshipping have taken you.

If I’m chasing the wrong thing, what I’m chasing will end up chasing me. And in the end, I’m less likely to be the one doing the catching.

With God, being lost is nothing more than an idea that never has and never will be anything more than an idea.

If you think that climate change and global warming are not going to affect you, then you are easily misled.

I pretend to give gifts that people pretend to be gifts so that I can pretend that I gave something that actually cost me something. And what pretending or this sort gives me is the gift of a pretend life.

At the end, a journey based on my imagination will leave me imagining that I should have engaged the very thing I used my imagination to avoid.

What insanity would lead me to believe that I possess the power, much less the aptitude to manipulate all of the consequences out of all of my decisions?

I have diligently disciplined my life to search out life’s gifts in the places where life stores its scraps.

Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled.

If I have attached anything to sacrifice other than loss, I have at some level assumed a pay-off. And if I’ve assumed a pay-off, I’m only assuming a sacrifice.