God doesn't want your leftovers. God wants your love overtures, your first-overs, because He is your first love.

I don't want a Christmas you can buy. I don't want a Christmas you can make. What I want is a Christmas you can hold. A Christmas that holds me, remakes me, revives me. I want a Christmas that whispers, Jesus.

Grace is alive, living waters. If I dam up the grace, hold the blessings tight, joy within dies... waters that have no life.

Simplicity is ultimately a matter of focus.

God gives the world enough of what it needs. All He asks is that we distribute what He gives.

I am a hunter of beauty and I move slow and I keep the eyes wide, every fiber of every muscle sensing all wonder and this is the thrill of the hunt and I could be an expert on the life full, the beauty meat that lurks in every moment. I hunger to taste life. God.

Because nothing is greater and we have no greater need, God gives God.