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

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.

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.

Our task shouldn't be punishing the villains in our lives, but enlarging the God who heals us from all wounds.

Once you see the good in someone, it’s hard not to notice the good in everyone.

I use the language I use to my friends. They wouldn't believe me if I used some high-flown literary language. I want them to believe me.

That is the mysterious thing about tragedy- it often strikes at the happiest moment.

When I hear about something that's hot, I back away from it. So I go and discover the stuff I wasn't paying attention to five years ago.

Different people have different duties assigned them by Nature; Nature has given one the power or the desire to do this, the other that. Each bird must sing with his own throat.

The great art to learn much is to undertake a little at a time.

I've done yoga, and I want to start Pilates soon.

An enemy who sees the error of his ways ceases to be an enemy.

It was joy, joy, happy joy. Happy, happy joy. A big fat smiley sun rose above the rooftops and beamed down its blessings onto the borough known as Brentford.

Beauty is the brilliance of truth.