Craig D. Lounsbrough

I must never equate the degree of pain as evidencing the incorrectness of a decision, for if I do I will default on some of the most critical decisions I should have ever made.

Too often, opinion is a lens polished by the grit of bias. And as I stare through my own lens, I might ask how much polish can the grit of bias actually create?

If there__ one thing that__ irrefutably absurd, it__ believing that we can separate intelligence from wisdom and still have it be intelligence.

We can__ even remotely fathom that whatever is ending for us is always more than an ending.

A compass calibrated by my greed is a rather shrewd way to legitimize my agenda. However, true north on a compass such as this is a straight line to the edge of a really big cliff.

Whatever might be taken from me need not leave me with a deficit in its wake.

We myopically stare at the gaping hole left in our lives and see nothing but the hole, not realizing a hole is defined by everything around it that is not a hole.

Imagination envisions what could be. Reality states what is. And when my journey is shaped by one of these at the exclusion of the other, I will eventually wake up on some road facing the __eality_ that I__ far more lost than I could have __magined_.

Too often my solution is to let something die because I can__ keep it alive, when God__ solution is to let something live because His Son already died for it.

It__ not that I__e been invited to the hole I__ standing in. It__ that I accepted the invitation.

God has hewn out a hidden path more glorious, tantalizing and adventuresome than the path trod by most, and it is a path seen only through the eyes of our wounds, felt solely through the heart of our losses, and singularly traversed by those with a limp in their step.

Things becomes invisible at the very moment I refuse to grant them importance. And while I am utterly ashamed to admit it, many of the most important things in my life are invisible.

Maybe the thing that we__e losing is the very thing that has caused us to lose everything else in the first place.

Loss is the uninvited door that extends us an unexpected invitation to unimaginable possibilities.

Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both.

The greatest loss lies in our inability to accept loss.

We would prefer all gain and no loss in life, yet that would gain us nothing more than great loss.

Today__ ashes are tomorrow__ soil.