Humility is the key characteristic of a worship leader. Actually, the key for any great leader.

Worship: Where God isn't moved by the quality of our voice but by the condition of our hearts.

Don't chase accomplishments , people or positions to find your worth. You're already loved as you are by the Father.

Remember: In the end, you're not living to impress your friends or your relatives or your coworkers. All of life is for Jesus.

Worship isn't a feeling you wait for, it's a choice you make.

I lift my hands to believe again. You are my refuge. You are my strength. As I pour out my heart, these things I remember, You are faithful, God, forever.

You lead me and keep me from falling. You carry me close to Your heart. And surely Your goodness and mercy will follow me.

And If our God is for us, then who could ever stop us, and if our God is with us, then what can stand against?

My chains are gone I've been set free My God, my Savior has ransomed me And like a flood His mercy reigns Unending love, amazing grace!

Worship comes from a thankful heart.

When I write songs, I try to write in a way to reach as many people as I can, to be a lighthouse versus a flashlight.

Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn't needed the transportation.

I graduated from the University of Whatever.

I was 16 years old, driving to LA, and sleeping in my car, just trying to make it happen.

That as we enjoy great advantages from the inventions of others, we should be glad of an opportunity to serve others by any invention of ours, and this we should do freely and generously.

I wanted to be a marine biologist my whole life until I graduated high school.

We respond to a drama to that extent to which it corresponds to our dream life.

Thrée maie a kepe counsayle, if two be away.

I didn't have a life until I went up onstage.

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.