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

The Word of God spoke into the dry bones. His breath filled them, put tendons (repair), and put skin on…Then you will know I am God…When Jesus comes that will happen.

Advent allows us to recover during this four-week journey. It begins four Sundays before Christmas all the way up to Christmas. It lets us breath in those moments of faithfulness and helps us recognize that God is working.

The Gospel is not about going from bad to good, it’s about going from dead to alive!

We are responsible for our captivity to sin. In our foolishness, we forget God. However, God intervenes!

Passion is the degree of difficulty we are willing to endure to accomplish the goal.

When we are foolish God intervenes.

You don’t have to know everything about the mountain in front of you to take the next step.

If you’ve been served by God, you’ve arrived.

God is coming to intersect us in our funeral processions.

Sin has a way of shrinking God down and puffing ourselves up.

It’s a big world. Don’t get trapped by tiny dreams and feeble problems. Time for big prayers and bold faith.

Nothing steals God’s glory more than worrying believers who are driven through life by fear.

Christ didn’t die just so you could make to heaven; He lives so you can make it through earth!

Limit your thinking and expectation today to only the things God can do.

Accept the fact that you’re never gonna be someone else and embrace the fact that the world needs you as God made you to be.

God always gets the glory when Jesus comes.

Revenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember.

Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.

Sometimes when we hear a song we breathe deeply and sigh. This reminds the prophet that the soul arises from heavenly harmony. In thinking about this, he was aware that the soul itself has something in itself of this music.

Let your weary soul rest in between each borrowed breath.

The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.

I feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.

The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive—to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love—then make that day count!