Craig D. Lounsbrough Quotes
The reason placing blame repeatedly fails to work is that I repeatedly place it on everyone else instead of where it actually belongs.
Of course I don’t want to get knocked down. But the single and sole solution to that fear is to not go anywhere where I can be knocked down. And is that not already being knocked down?
Discouragement is the cancer of great things.
Sometimes we are so caught up in the disappointment of plans gone astray that we fail to recognize the potentially new options that might now exist.
In my impatience I become convinced that this desire of mine should have been fulfilled yesterday, when it belongs to a tomorrow that yesterday would have killed had I had my way.
I am so often the architect of my own pain and the engineer of my own failures.
Why is it that we don’t worry about a compass until we’re lost in a wilderness of our own making?
Contradictions are the impossible chasms that create forever separations. God is the forever bridge that creates impossible reunions.
The dark might be dark, but at least we don’t have to look at ourselves when we’re standing in it.
True evil is unlikely to receive an invitation from us, so it clothes itself in just enough truth to make itself look appealing and then it looks to unpeel us.
If we limit love to being nothing more than a feeling, we have no real feeling for what love is.
The greatest gains that we will ever experience arise from the greatest sacrifices that we have ever known.
We might do well to take a look at what we’ve crammed into our pockets as it will say much about what we’ve crammed into our hearts.
Once I finally understand the immensity of my own impoverishment, I am finally in a position to see the enormity of God’s majesty.
Love that is fueled solely by feelings will suddenly find itself out of gas on a long road with no gas stations.
Easter is a time where we are reminded that conclusions in man's mind are beginnings in God's plan.
It’s thinking that I had the solution that probably created the problem in the first place.
It might not be about perfection. Rather, it may be that that which is imperfect is that which has the most character.
Greatness demands that I understand that I am not nearly as big as I thought myself to be, but that I am capable of becoming far bigger than I ever imagined myself to be.
We want greatness, but we prefer it tamed and on a leash short enough for us to control it, yet long enough to allow it to retain some remote yet diminished flavor of greatness.
If God created great things with a point of vulnerability, it would lie in the reality that great things die in the hands of great ignorance.
I want to stand on the belief that great things are the product of ordinary people who are made great when they stand.
Such is the power of truth that even the slightest whisper of it can handily drown out the most boisterous of lies, which may explain why in many instances God only needs to whisper.
When I’m at the bottom looking up, the main question may not be ‘how do I get out of this hole?’ In reality, the main question might be ‘how do I get rid of the shovel that I used to dig it?
Lies are like paper-Mache in a rain storm.
There appears to be value in getting past a mentality that good things can only rest in good things.
To recklessly excuse a failure is to believe that I’ve effectively erased it from the story of my life, when I’ve actually imprinted it in indelible ink.
In a very tragic kind of way, sometimes things have to be gone before I fully realize that they were ever there.
To label myself is similar to thinking that I can come up with a single phrase to explain the universe.
At the very point that I’ve taken something for granted, I have at that same moment taken it to its grave. And if I look around, I realize I’ve cultivated quite a cemetery.
To assume that I and I alone have all the answers is to eventually find myself entirely alone without any answers.
When wisdom gives way to whimsy and ethics fall to excitement, it is highly likely that the ground beneath me will ‘give way’ and it is I who will ‘fall.
Truth is its own defense, therefore if something can’t speak for itself, it’s not truth.
If you think you can stand to know what you’re made of, try kneeling before God.
Everything I touch makes me a little bit more like the thing I’m touching, so I’d better start paying attention to what I’m touching.
Love is a perpetual journey that is extraordinary because it will never find itself terminated by a destination.
The step that we are on is only a step to the next place, and no step regardless of how massive is ever a destination.
We can only climb the mountains because there’s a valley that makes the mountain a mountain.
We can only get to God through God. Every other possible avenue is a dead-end before it even starts.
I would be an utter fool to let my journey be defined by the denial of the journey.
Are the returns on my journey equal to the length of the road behind me? And if not, have I realized the pressing need to surrender to God the road in front of me?
If my goal is simply to survive the journey, then I’m not on the journey in the first place.
It is inevitable that I will leave a legacy simply because I cannot walk through life without leaving footprints as I walk. Therefore, I would be wise to consider the path before I make the prints.