God picks you up. You don't pick yourself up. You're the one who knocked you down or even if somebody else knocked you down, your willingness to believe that what they said had value, was your conspiring with them, with their effort to knock you down - I've never been able to get myself up and I've noticed that every time I ask God to pick me up - he does.

Whomever it is you were born to be, whatever your soul was coded to accomplish, whatever lessons you were born to learn, now is the time to get serious and get going.

The wise person doesn't ask, "What have I achieved?" but rather, "What have I contributed?"

No matter what the problem, a miracle can solve it. Remember to ask for one.

I surrender it to God, knowing that the pain itself is a product or a reflection of how I am interpreting whatever it is that is causing me pain. Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief. I try to be kinder to myself. I give myself time to move through and to process whatever is making me sad.

Do what you love. Do what makes your heart sing. And NEVER do it for the money, Go to work to spread joy.

The human race is almost addicted to war. It's like we just can't stop.