We have many acquaintances, but very few true friends.

We live in time – it holds us and molds us – but I never felt I understood it very well.

We have become more sensitive to the presence of grace because of its profound absence in amid epidemic of grievance.

Any disaster you can survive is an improvement in your character, your stature, and your life.

“I’ll take my future.”

We are seduced by loud voices who get our attention by blaming the problems we face on people who are different. Taking the time to appreciate differences can reveal un-imagined treasures.

My mind likes to replay every mistake I’ve made. There are many. In the frankest moments with others I trust, I’m told this is common.

The veil of innocent youth lifts when we discover that the day-to-day is a series of story problems.

Perhaps we should stop insisting that our lives be a certain way and instead embrace it the way it is right now.

These days, it feels like divisions are sharper, tempers are hotter, voices are louder, the future is bleaker. It ain’t necessarily so.