“Faith is the bird that sings while it is yet dark.”

You’re never without hope, because you’re never without prayer.

Focus on giants – you stumble. Focus on God – Giants tumble.

If there are a thousand steps between us and God, He will take all but one. He will leave the final one for us. The choice is ours.

Give your problems to Christ before your problems get to you.

God is able to accomplish, provide, help, save, keep, subdue… He is able to do what you can’t. He already has a plan. God’s not bewildered. Go to Him.

A little rain can straighten a flower stem. A little love can change a life.

Meet your fears with faith.

You will never forgive anyone more than God has already forgiven you.

You are valuable because you exist. Not because of what you do or what you have done – but simply because you are.

What causes us to think of prayer as the last option rather than the first? I can think of two reasons: feelings of independence and feelings of insignificance.

If today were your last, would you do what you’re doing? Or would you love more, give more, forgive more?

God never promises to remove us from our struggles. He does promise, however, to change the way we look at them.

Don’t measure the size of the mountain; talk to the One who can move it.

The difference between mercy and grace? Mercy gave the prodigal son a second chance. Grace gave him a feast.

God does uncommon things through common people in common places.

As we meditate on Christ’s life, we find strength for our own.

Whoever says that all music is prohibited, let him also claim that the songs of birds are prohibited.

There’s a lot of us out here that are birds, man. We all need to just fly.

Don’t break a bird’s wings and then tell it to fly. Don’t break a heart and then tell it to love.

Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind.

The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.

It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you.

what the sky is to a bird is like a dream for a dreamer.

You could have left me in the jungle. I would have survived and mastered bird language. Adaptability is my secret weapon.