When we think of other people as our center and fulfillment, we live frustrated lives.

I understand true life doesn't happen when I constantly gaze backwards, mulling over all the injustices others have done or I have done to others.

Pain can either thrust me into the arms of Jesus or make me turn my back on Him. Either way, it's a choice.

When the world careens out of control, we can rest in the fact that God spun this world with a simple word. Matter from emptiness. Beauty from void. Community from chaos.

Worry is a weighty monster with poisoned tentacles. It clutches at us, grabs at our minds, steals our breath, our will. It lurks. It pounces. It colors how we perceive the world.

We cannot let the haters of this world define us. Or frighten us into no longer being ourselves.

The roadblocks to growth and joy come when we forget the bigness of God & instead make people bigger than He is.