Fighting is rarely the answer.
Win-win, compromise, making it right… there is usually a better way.
But when you must fight, do so with a purity of heart like you’re the third animal in line to get on the ark and the future of your unborn children hangs in the balance.
Rarely should we start a fight, but if the fight is brought, end it, and don’t hesitate.
One of the greatest lies we tell ourselves is that we’re falling behind. That someone else is ahead.
As a young man I associated strength with force; louder voices, sharper opinions, firm lines in the sand.
There’s a strange kind of pride we’ve developed in being exhausted. But even lions, the king of the jungle, rest.
I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't have ambition.
We sometimes believe strength means self-sufficiency — that being independent means being isolated.
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.
In church the other day, the pastor gave a sermon that really stuck with me. He talked about two people.