What’s wrong is always available, and so is what’s right. I love Christmas because it’s a time to be thankful for the wonderful people in our lives and the blessings in our lives. It’s a time to smile seeing our daughters get up early to open their stockings and rip into their presents, and to feel even greater seeing the joy they get giving presents to others. It’s a time to have fun preparing a meal together and sharing it.
Or you can focus on the commercialisation of a holiday for big corporates to get richer.
Same exact situation, different focus, different meaning, vastly different experience.
It’s a choice.
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.