“Worship is when we give God His breath back.”

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.

God isn’t waiting on our memo. He is waiting on us to focus enough on Him that we get His memo.

I’m dead in the water if I can’t see the all sufficient glory of God.

If only everyone could know we’ve been created by and for God! If only we could all comprehend that we’re precious to Him, housing mirrored souls designed to reflect His glory.

Why are all Christians happy and praising Jesus? It’s because we are not DEAD! We may be imperfect, but we aren’t DEAD!

If there’s a perfect family out there, we’re all happy for that family. But most families aren’t perfect. Most families are living with some sort of challenge or some sort of difficulty.

It’s not the elements of our worship that are awesome. It’s the object of our worship Who is awesome.

I want to cuddle to feel your skin, your warmth, hear your breath, and read to you.

My heart is beating, and I’m breathing, and nothing anybody has ever done has changed that.

i cannot breathe in any more sadness-suffering.

I am finding the courage to breathe as I am.

I breathe you in and I am alive again.

I will breathe because I must, but I will smile because I’m living.

I breathe in the first glimmers of freedom – it tastes of sweet hopefulness.

Death is love, and love is death it is letting go even before your last breath.