The road from ‘here’ to ‘there’ is a map yet to be written with the pen I hold in my hand.

We ask, ‘Why the need for God?’ Maybe the better question is ‘Why the need not to need Him?’ And could it be that that question in fact evidences our need for Him?

You are not made in ‘your image’. You are, in fact, made in ‘God’s image’. Therefore, which one are you looking for when you look in the mirror?

If I’ve prayed, I never have to worry about being the first one to show up.

In the end, if we don't have God we don't have anything other than an end.

The darkness that follows a sunset is never so dark that it can change the inevitability of a sunrise.

Faith is rare because fear is rampant. For faith will demand that I step into places that fear itself fears to go.

Forgiveness allows the burdens that we carry to become the histories that we forget.

When we choose to stay down, we are in reality confusing wisdom with cowardice. When we choose to stand back up, we are using wisdom to overcome cowardice.

I can arrogantly brag that the doors I choose in life open wide and grant me unobstructed passage. But the widest doors tend to lead to the worst places.

A compass calibrated by my greed is a rather shrewd way to legitimize my agenda. However, true north on a compass such as this is a straight line to the edge of a really big cliff.

Starting out a new day gives hope for new adventures, villains and hero's to cross your path. Make the most of it.

I don't know if i can, " I said, looking up into Archer's eyes. "Honestly, Archer....I'm tired of being scared, tired of loving you on one hand and hating you on the other.

I was born with a chronic anxiety about the weather.

There is a certain responsibility that accrued to me when I got to this unexpected position.

I did live in New York. Yeah, I moved to L.A. for 'Community.' And I gave up my apartment in New York.

I had an old typewriter and a big idea.

You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!

Storm the castle Stem the tide Rise above yourself Cry baby cry Cry cry to heaven If that doesn't do it for you Go ahead and cry like hell

I had a job on a newspaper in Wisconsin, and I started off as most reporters did back then: writing obits and free ad giveaways.

As the Christmas season envelops us with all its glory, may we, as did the Wise Men, seek a bright, particular star to guide us in our celebration of the Savior’s birth.