“Not going to give casual worship to a God of extravagant beauty and grace!”

I believe that God is not lost. He is in the middle with us right now. If people will take a few moments and take this journey, hope will rise up in their hearts. I believe that.

There’s no doubt we were unworthy, but we were never worthless. Big difference.

Life comes from death. To the degree that I can live in the death of Jesus – to that degree I can channel God’s life to others.

Crazy is good. The alternative is normal.

God’s purposes and plans will not fail. Before you spend all your prayer time telling Him about yours, ask about His.

The Father doesn’t give life directions in one big bundle because the goal is knowing Him, not the plan.

If Jesus is here we are going to walk out of this place to live our lives to the glory of God the Father.

In the end, our worship is more about what we do than what we say.

If our worship isn’t visible, comprehensive and extravagant, the gospel we heard must have been tiny, empty and cheap.

If you have a story of grace, then you have a story of grace to tell.

If you’re waiting with God, waiting is okay. If you’re always waiting on God, you’ll be frustrated. God never seems to work at the speed that we want Him to.

Our scars are a witness to the world. They are apart of our story. Healed wounds that are symbols that God has restored us.

Who knows who’s waiting right now for one of us to invite them into God’s family?

The only wounds that define us are the wounds of Jesus Christ.

Advent is the season that can remind us God is working while we’re waiting and we’re really waiting with God.

You never lose by giving it all to Jesus.

Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.

I embrace the messiness of life. I find it so beautiful actually.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.

This is beautiful indeed; the colored people have given this to the head of the government, and that government once sanctioned laws that would not permit its people to learn enough to enable them to read this book.

People are beautifully made just like flowers in the garden!

Nature, like a loving mother, is ever trying to keep land and sea, mountain and valley, each in its place, to hush the angry winds and waves, balance the extremes of heat and cold, of rain and drought, that peace, harmony and beauty may reign supreme.

The beauty and magic is always in the effort. Today, give yourself some credit for meeting the universe half way.