The world will figure out what we really believe, by watching what we actually do.

Grace draws a circle around everyone and says they're in.

We don't really make friends, they make us.

Whimsy doesn't care if you are the driver or the passenger; all that matters is that you are on your way.

Every day God invites us on the same kind of adventure. It's not a trip where He sends us a rigid itinerary, He simply invites us. God asks what it is He's made us to love, what it is that captures our attention, what feeds that deep indescribable need of our souls to experience the richness of the world He made. And then, leaning over us, He whispers, "Let's go do that together.

Day turned to night, His friends scattered and death thought it had won. But heaven just started counting to three

Living a life fully engaged and full of whimsy and the kind of things that love does is something most people plan to do, but along the way they just kind of forget. Their dreams become one of those "we'll go there next time" deferrals. The sad thing is, for many there is no "next time" because passing on the chance to cross over is an overall attitude toward life rather than a single decision.