I don't want to pray like a good little boy. I want prayers that make me nervous. I want prayers that, if God says "YES", can only be explained as an act of God. I'm done believing in a BIG God and expecting such a small story.
When the loves of your life dump you, desert you, disappoint you; it's hard not to take that personally. What did I do wrong? Is it possible that your desperation for love is part of the reason it feels so unsafe and unattainable? No more fairy tales. How do we experience real love?
I’m hesitant to share principles—not because I don’t think I have anything to offer, but because my data's inconclusive. My kids are still in early stages of development, and my wife and I have yet to see if we’ve messed them up royally or just moderately.
Before we re-invent ourselves completely, take one last look at the chapter you're closing. There might be some clues about your future hidden in there.
Running away from love might seem necessary. Killing for love seems instinctive. Sacrificing for love stands out as...miraculous--a call from the wild center of our souls that seems to say, "Come this way! This is who you really are!" We applaud it. We remember it. We're inspired.
We can't help it. Our allegiance, security and hope flows to the person who's earned our courage. If we're brave enough to keep going, it will go in the direction of leaders, parents, friends, organizations in which we have confidence.
Your influence will expand if you assume everyone has an unheard story and an unmet need.
Every day closer to the 25th is a day of exponentially more anticipation and exponentially longer hours than the day before it. Christmas Eve is the absolute worst.
I've already said "yes" to a future worth saying "no" for.
I’m convinced the person I want to become is born out of how I spend my minutes this week.