I realized that what I feared the most had materialized, yet I survived.

We cannot let the haters of this world define us. Or frighten us into no longer being ourselves.

Worry is a weighty monster with poisoned tentacles. It clutches at us, grabs at our minds, steals our breath, our will. It lurks. It pounces. It colors how we perceive the world.

When the world careens out of control, we can rest in the fact that God spun this world with a simple word. Matter from emptiness. Beauty from void. Community from chaos.

God's heart…is not that we escape our lot, but that we learn to thrive in the midst of it.

Dare to be brave today, and trust that when you extend your wings, you will fly.

Because the culture we breathe and work in rushes against rest. It equates our worth with production and wealth and fame. The more we work toward those goals, the more society assigns us worth.

Growth comes from God, to those with surrendered, yielded hearts.

We may not understand the pathways God lays out before us. We may not even like walking the journey. But even in failure, we can trust that He’ll do more than we expect.

Jesus often calls us to risk. He asks us to be vulnerable, to be authentic, so others can see Him in and through us.

As I look back over my mountains of growth and compare them to the molehills where I stagnated, community often made the difference.

What does the breathtaking view of the ocean mean without you?

You must teach me the way you thrust your worries aside and turn to practical matters.

Never speak about private affairs for the general public to hear.

The tendency of humanity is towards the forbidden.

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

There are but few who have ideas and are, at the same time, capable of action. Ideas enlarge but stymie, action enlivens but confines.

Don't say I'm not talented. If you haven't noticed, I wasn't made. I was found.

My unconscious knows more about the consciousness of the psychologist than his consciousness knows about my unconscious.

I hate being looked at. Can't stand it. I know, I know - I picked the wrong career.

But biology and computer science - life and computation - are related. I am confident that at their interface great discoveries await those who seek them.