I had a God who knew my every desire. He also knew how I would fall. And yet he was waiting on the other side of my failure and my shattered dreams with some dreams of his own.

Humility is measured by how quickly you can admit that you are wrong.

I'm glad that our God is not the guy with a pony-tail who wants to toss a frisbee with His saints.

For a life to be fully yielded, it must wrestle the impossible and win.

Fact is fact. Truth is Truth. It does not matter how you feel. We do not listen to our feelings. We believe the truth of God's word.

And the flesh is that reprehensible preference for self that lurks within every one of our hearts. It is that base and selfish instinct to preserve our own interests at the expense of God's interests. It's devious, it's deceitful, it's self-indulgent. It's interested only in selfish comfort and will happily crucify Christ afresh to secure it. God also has another name for it- sin.

Heroes are made because they are moved. Not in their head, but in their heart.