Craig D. Lounsbrough Quotes

I fear that should I seek out the treasures around me, they might by comparison reveal that I have not cultivated the treasures within me.

The goal of comfort is at the self-same time the abandonment of great accomplishments.

If I’m chasing the wrong thing, what I’m chasing will end up chasing me. And in the end, I’m less likely to be the one doing the catching.

It is the fool who declares ‘I am ascending the summit, ’ while he’s toddling around in the ditch.

Although I regularly convince myself otherwise, because I aim at something doesn’t necessarily mean I have a target.

The barrier to our future is often the very plans that we’ve created to get there.

There are often two sets of goals in life: those that we establish, and those that really matter.

The most critical time in any battle is not when I’m fatigued, it’s when I no longer care.

The presence of a path doesn’t necessarily mean the existence of a destination.

I am most thankful for what I don’t have, for had my life’s wish list been filled in the manner I had chosen I would be steeped in meaningless trinkets verses bathed in God’s treasures.

My vision of what God can do is nothing more than a fleeting glance of the backside of the ‘possible, ’ while God is inviting me to the forefront of the ‘impossible.

The hallmark of great dreams is not their possibility but their impossibility, and the fact that it is the very notion of the ‘impossible’ that inspires us to go and accomplish them anyway.

Calm for too long begs the question of whether we're in an all-out pursuit of life, or we're all-out of the pursuit of life.

How often do I stand in abject terror and raw trepidation before the impossible peaks that soar to impossible heights in front me, when God turns to me and calmly says “what mountains?

Every advancing step I take toward my goal of comfort is yet another retreating step I take away from God's goal of the impossible.

A conviction borne of God amply possesses the potency and power to brazenly reach beyond the possible in order to topple the impossible.

I am what no one else is, and in the hands of God I can do what no one else does. And if I dare set such a truth in motion I will change my world.

The thing that I’m most likely to collapse under is not the weight of the stresses that stand around me, but the ego that sits within me.

I can confidently state that the greatest rescues in my life have occurred when I’ve been saved from myself.

If I can’t quite figure out what an ego is, all I have to do is look for the thing that’s killing itself in the very act of feeding itself.

If it has anything to do with me, it has nothing to do with sacrifice.

If I’m my biggest fan, the only person in the stadium is probably me.

Ego is borne of the need to ‘prove’ oneself instead of making the choice to ‘be’ oneself. And so maybe we need to begin curbing the birthrate.

Whatever the item is that I have chosen to give you, it is nothing more than the receptacle within which I have placed the whole of myself. If it is empty, it is not a gift.

The death of our self-worth begins at its appraisal, for such an action erroneously implies that our worth can be quantified.

Self-serving biases and self-centered agendas are cotton jammed in the ears of our conscience. Even if truth shouts, we can’t hear it.

The shortest short-term investment is to serve ourselves.

If I don’t know who I am apart from everyone else, I probably need to spend some time apart from everyone else.

We are always immeasurably bigger than the little person we’ve too often doomed ourselves to be.

To save myself I must face myself, which may be the hardest of all things to face.

At some point I hope to have grown sufficiently in both stature and wisdom to understand that I cannot deliver myself from myself, and that God alone can save me from me.

To be an end in myself is to bring an end to myself.

To be ‘one’ in one’s own hands is to be ‘one.’ To be ‘one’ in the hands of God is to be ‘one’ that is far too vast to be counted.

If sacrifice is not the theme of my life, there’s no sense telling the story.

To assume that I can even begin to chart a ‘straight’ path is probably the best way I can take myself ‘straight’ to the very place I don’t want to go.

The war on Christmas is waged of weakness and fed by vision blinded. It is a war of intellect blunted to stupidity and calling begging at the feet of cowardice.

Surrender is a choice, it is never a calling.

Timeless principles never age, and truth is as young as the day it was spoken into existence.

If the pursuit of perfection is a way to prove our worth, in the end the pursuit will only prove our imperfections.

In evaluating ourselves, we tend to be long on our weaknesses and short on our strengths.

I while away my time wishing I were someone else when simply being me is the most magnificent thing I could ever wish to do.

It has nothing to do with who I am as compared to everyone else. It has everything to do with who I am in companionship with God.

I say that my value is based on my accomplishments. Christmas is God saying that I am His accomplishment and that will forever be enough.

With God, being lost is nothing more than an idea that never has and never will be anything more than an idea.

The challenge is never based on the size of the obstacle that stands before me. Rather, it is dictated by the degree of faith that rests within me.

Failure is not the deterrent for the next try. Rather, it is information that empowers the next step.

Failure is a friend if we can see past the face of the foe that we project on it.

Failure is blessing wrapped in the clothing of curse.

If I’m conceited enough to believe I’m invincible, then maybe it will take me doing the very thing I swore I would never do to understand that I’m not as wonderful as I thought I was.

The real promise in too many promises is a promise that I’m going to be disappointed.