The other day my daughters and I went on the Shotover Jet.
As we were waiting, Zara was barefoot in the dust. She was looking at all the footprints, and she was making her own.
For each footprint, everything in that person’s life led to that point where they created it. And the reality is, it extends beyond that… everything in the 14.8 billion years since our universe was created led to that footprint.
That’s pretty cool.
If everything in our 14.8-billion-year history led to here, perhaps here is exactly where we’re meant to be.
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.