I can never experience the next realm of glory until I crucify myself.

The real harvest of life is the outworking of the internal. If there's nothing in there, there's nothing to work out.

If only we could realize that our purpose is to be caretakers. We are responsible for leading our flock to the place where the grass is green, but it is up to them to eat! We cannot be responsible for how much they digest. We cannot make people mature.

God has invested entirely too much in you for you to be comfortable in anything less than you were created to be.

God gives you the resources for success. But it is up to you to recognize them and use them to their fullest.

When it comes to bringing an idea that God has given you to fruition, don't wait for it to happen again, you have to get out there and make it happen.

God's grace is painted on the canvas of despair.