Will You help me hear the song You're singing over all this noise?

God is telling an amazing, glorious, epic story. We have to decide if we will trust Him with it.

Do everything you do to the glory of the One who made you

In the gospel, we discover we are far worse off than we thought, and far more loved than we ever dreamed.

God is God and I am not. I can only see a part of the picture He's painting.

I don't see the big picture. I don't have a clue. But I know God does. I'm going to declare that, even if I don't feel it right now.

Wherever we are, God's in that moment, God's speaking to us, and if we've just got our ears open and our antennas up, there's no lack of inspiration. He's not silent. We just have to be listening.

I think we all want to know that if our lives don't turn out the way we imagine, there's still a purpose.

Success breeds volume, and it's just amazing how many young writers, artists, and musicians there are in town.

As Christians, our compassion is simply a response to the love that God has already shown us.

Out of these ashes beauty will rise.

People that hurt others, only act on a pain they feel themselves.

If all our misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion most people would be content to take their own and depart.

Paul Revere was warning the British about gun control, and George Washington apparently was crossing the Delaware to bomb an abortion clinic.

As leaders, it all comes down to trust. Do you trust the sovereignty of God?

I'm a deep thinker when it comes to shallow no brainers.

Sometimes you have to leave the world in order to learn how to live in it. Thoreau shunned society, went to the woods, and came back with a new understanding of life.

Hemingway seems to be in a funny position. People nowadays can't identify with him closely as a member of their own generation, and he isn't yet historical.

Cultivate the technique of seeing all problems as opportunities. Opportunities to...be, and decide, Who You Really Are.

My position is this. If we can't protect sanctuaries, if we can't save the whales, the sharks, the fish, our oceans will die.

there is a poetry in making preserves; the housewife has caught duration in the snare of sugar, she has enclosed life in jars.