Craig D. Lounsbrough

A consequence may be the very thing that saves us because it was the only thing loud enough to get our attention.

It would do me well to realize that the path that has led me to where I am was mapped by those who taught me and paved by what they taught me. Therefore, if God is not my teacher and His truth is not my topic I will find myself where I don__ want to be, having trod a path I didn__ want to take.

Instead of the weight that sinks us, consequences are often the life preserver that saves us.

Sometimes consequences are building blocks fashioned of granite when successes are shaped of clay.

We are about the hurried business of living life while missing it in the very process of living it.

The issue is becoming so absorbed in positioning ourselves ahead of everyone else that life becomes nothing more than an endless strategy.

Starting over is an acceptance of a past we can't change, an unrelenting conviction that the future can be different, and a stubborn wisdom to use the past to make the future was the past was not.

Prayer is one action where I lay aside my abilities to immerse myself wholly in God__ capabilities. And the liberation found in such an action is less about being engaged with God and more about being freed from myself.

Prayer is knowing that what I ask for is always far bigger than what I could ever articulate, but it is never too big for God to understand nor is it ever too vast for Him to deliver.

My prayer is that God would continue to love me enough to refuse to answer the prayers I'm praying that I shouldn't be praying.

If I am indeed my own god, I__ better start praying to myself to get myself out of myself.

In the deepest darkness God tenderly grasps my hand and whispers that darkness is nothing more than a place that He is preparing for the arrival of light.

Forgiveness allows the burdens that we carry to become the histories that we forget.

Faith is the resplendent key that liberates me from the impregnable confines meticulously constructed from the raw material of my disbelief.

My fear of standing alone often pressures me to stand with a rather unsavory group that embraces a rather unsettling belief system which leaves me wondering why I left the promises of God for the company of people.

Faith means I chose not to know, which is different than ignorance which refuses to know.

Maybe the real miracle in any miracle is our ability to believe that despite our own depravity, in the eyes of God we are worthy of a miracle.

Faith is rare because fear is rampant. For faith will demand that I step into places that fear itself fears to go.