She knows who she is. She just forgot for a little while.

Instead of asking what it feels like to follow God or be used by God, we should be asking who God is, and whether we really know Him. Everything else will take care of itself.

People love to have lived a great story, but few people like the work it takes to make it happen.

Our lives have a countdown clock that we can't see. Mine reminds me to only do work that matters.

We don't naturally want to take responsibility for our lives. We want to give the responsibility to someone else. We blame them when our lives aren't good.

They are lonely. I'm not talking about lonely for a lover or a friend. I mean lonely in the universal sense, lonely inside the understanding that we are tiny people on a tiny little earth suspended in an endless void that echoes past stars and stars of stars.

the times we worked harder to make the day stand out. our story demanded that we change and so we did.