“Thank you Jesus you are a stone mover. And you can move any stone away.”

Jesus has enough, is enough, and will be enough.

God’s plans for your life far exceed the circumstances of your day.

When God breathes He breathes on hard-hearted people.

The stakes are too high for us to die with a small vision.

It’s horrifying and absurd to think that there are currently more slaves on earth than at any other time in human history.

No big shocker that following Jesus is costly. The best things in life always are.

God doesn’t call people to a job description, He calls people to Himself and His mission in the world.

Brokenness is the bow from which God launches the arrow of healing.

It’s not that we should declare the praises of God. It’s that we may.

But to mean it when I say that I want my life to count for His glory is to drive a stake through the heart of self – a painful and determined dying to me that must be a part of every day I live.

It is not God’s will that you limp along in life believing that you are inadequate.

God is always seeking you. Every sunset. Every clear blue sky. Each ocean wave. The starry hosts of night. He blankets each new day with the invitation, ‘I am here.’

Even if we don’t see it, God is always working underneath the surface, behind the scenes and orchestrating His plans and purposes.

If only we knew what was happening when we pray, we would never cease to pray.

There is a direct correlation between your appreciation of what Christ has done for you and the expression of worship.

Yet, Jesus is selfless in the way He gives His life away for you. So if your gaze is on Him, you will treat others as He is treating you.

Its easier to say love doesn’t come to you rather than explaining why you push it away.

Some go, some stay, but, darling, I wish you never go away.

My mind is never where it needs to be and doesn’t tell me where it goes it runs away one window to the next looking for you.

There are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.

The person goes away, but his words remain caste.

Sometimes I feel like I’m only a drop in your ocean and the waves will soon carry me away.

The secret is being yourself. I just gave it away to em.

Make love to me in jazz, and then kiss all my blues away.