“Encouragement is awesome. Think about it. It has the capacity to lift a man’s or a woman’s shoulders. To breathe fresh air into the fading embers of a smoldering dream. To actually change the course of another human being’s day, week, or life.”

The size of a challenge should never be measured by what we have to offer. It will never be enough. Furthermore, provision is God’s responsibility, not ours. We are merely called to commit what we have – even if it’s no more than a sack lunch.

Friends make life a lot more fun.

We aren’t just thrown on this earth like dice tossed across a table. We are lovingly placed here for a purpose

The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.

Patience is a bitter plant that produces sweet fruit.

Laughter is the most beautiful and beneficial therapy God ever granted humanity.

We continually encounter hardships. People disappoint us. We disappoint ourselves. But God is constant and compassionate. We are not alone. He cares. Against all reason, the transcendent God loves us so much that He has committed Himself to us.

Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.

On tough days, you gotta have heart. Don’t quit, whatever you do. Persevere.

Encourage one another. Many times a word of praise or thanks or appreciation or cheer has kept people on their feet.

Anything under God’s control is never out of control.

Refuse to let your situation determine your attitude.

Authentic men aren’t afraid to show affection, release their feelings, hug their children, cry when they’re sad, admit it when they’re wrong, and ask for help when they need it.

Faith is like lighting the torch that passes from one person to the next. You can’t light the torch of another if yours isn’t burning.

It’s not enough merely to believe there is a God. You must believe in the God who is there.

God never asked us to meet life’s pressures and demands on our own terms or by relying upon our own strength. Nor did He demands that we win His favor by assembling an impressive portfolio of good deeds. Instead, He invites us to enter His rest.

You have a breathtaking wildfire heart.

The sun-kissed ones, they leave a sweetness with you that changes the air you breathe forever.

She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.

Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

I drink to feel I smoke to breathe Just look what love has done to me.

There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.