If we serve Jesus then every act & thought has meaning. Acts of kindness aren't just niceties, they become acts of worship.

We don't seek God's power, we seek His presence. His power & everything else we need is always found in His presence.

Show me where you spend your time, money and energy and I'll tell you what you worship.

The Church is not the building, its the people, its not just the gathering, its also the scattering.

It seems the more I think about not sinning, the more I sin, but the more I think about just loving Jesus, the less I seem to sin. Falling in love seems to be the key.

Sometimes God offends our minds in order to reveal our hearts.

Gifts and abilities, no matter how magnificent, are either limited or enhanced by character.

When God calls you to an extraordinary task, He provides extraordinary resources.

Worship is not about personality, temperament, personal limitations, church background, or comfort. It is about God.

Our heart's desire should be to worship God; we have been designed by God for this purpose. If we don't worship God, we'll worship something or someone else.

Visitation of God's presence is a byproduct of worship. However, we don't worship in order to gain His presence. He is worthy to be worshipped whether or not He chooses to show up.

I've always been a hugger. If we all hugged more, the world would be a better place :)

Don't let them drag you down by rumors just go with what you believe in.

A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.

I don't think we'll ever know all there is to know about gardening, and I'm just as glad there will always be some magic about it!

Seaweed sheets are my go-to for my salty chip cravings, especially wasabi flavored ones.

I'm not a sentimental guy.

People are increasingly using the Internet for easy price comparisons. Also, the reliability of delivery of a product bought over the Internet has increased.

I admire the linear and decisive way a certain kind of man thinks, to my curlicue boundless overthinking.

The flute is a weird instrument, especially when played solo.

The senses at first let in particular Ideas, and furnish the yet empty Cabinet: And the Mind by degrees growing familiar with some of them, they are lodged in the Memory, and Names got to them.