“Pencil in your plans but write your visions in ink.”

What could be and should be can’t be until God is ready for it to be.

Actions don’t only speak louder than words; actions should be used to interpret words.

God, I want what you want more than I want what I want.

Telling someone they’re wrong is not the same as leading or inspiring them to do what’s right.

The followers of Jesus did not die for what they believed – they died for what they claim to have seen.

What breaks your heart is part of a divine design to bring change!

Grace is the vehicle God uses on occasion to ensure that we get precisely what we dont deserve.

The more conscious I am of the work God has yet to do in me, the less critical I am about what he has yet to do in you

When your memories exceed your dreams, the end is near.

Knowledge alone makes Christians haughty. Application makes us holy.

If you devote yourself to more than yourself … you will have more than yourself to show for yourself.

Giving up something now for something better later is not a sacrifice. It is an investment.

Blessed is the man who gets the opportunity to devote his life to something bigger than himself and who finds himself surrounded by friends who share his passion.

It’s better to make a difference than to make a point.

The value of a life is always measured by how much of it is given away.

A single act of courage is often the tipping point for extraordinary change.

There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.

And an equation is the same whether it’s written in red or green ink.

My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

Her veins are filled with the ink that writes onto the paper of her life and canvas.

My ink-soaked heart could write your name across the sky a thousand times more than the stars that decorate the velvet night.

Paint your scars with the ink of hope.

Pain shapes us into writers, it cuts our veins open like a sharp knife. But while we are about to bleed dry, we turn our blood into ink.