I wonder: instead of retreating and hiding, instead of pining for the way it was, what if I accept the way it is? This strikes me as both the most obvious thing in the world and the most profound.

Whatever it is I'm born to do, my fear of failing at it has almost become greater than my desire to figure out what it is.

I am unconcerned with what yesterday has left behind, but rather what tomorrow will bring.

The more I give, the more I get.

Nothing compares with the satisfaction of pleasing the heart of our heavenly Father.

Joy, collected over time, fuels resilience - ensuring we'll have reservoirs of emotional strength when hard things do happen.

The challenge is to learn to respond immediately to whatever it is time for. Not to wonder whether you have time for it or whether you like it, but simply to respond when it is time.

What is it in my makeup that makes me grab any offer and fly around the world? Will I ever be satisfied? Can't I ever just rest?

My parents ... are more like cats. They accidentally had a litter of kittens, and then emotionally moved on to whatever ball of yarn rolled past their line of sight.

Grief reconfigures time, its length, its texture, its function: one day means no more than the next, so why have they been picked out and given separate names?

I take my spoken-word stuff extremely seriously because I feel like that's true writing, true lyricism.

What being a founder means, is signing up for this years long grind on execution - and you can't outsource this.