Craig D. Lounsbrough

Most of the things we deem as impossible are only impossible because we__e given them permission to be impossible.

Five of the most dangerous words I know: __hat__ in it for me?

Ethics are the things that say, 'Don__ stick your finger in the socket.' The world says, 'It__ okay because we__e shut off the electricity.' And at the point that we__e chosen to listen to the world and ignore our ethics, we say, 'I__ having a really hard time getting back up.

There is that gnawing feeling that we are far more than what we believe ourselves to be. Maybe it__ time to believe the gnawing.

The darkness that follows a sunset is never so dark that it can change the inevitability of a sunrise.

Tomorrow_ is the thing that__ always coming but never arrives. __oday_ is the thing that__ already here and never leaves. And because that__ the case, I would much prefer to invest in today than sit around waiting for an arrival that__ not arriving.

My first mistake is to humanize God. My second mistake is to hold those wretched human characteristics up against all of the majestic things that I sense God should be. The blatant discrepancy which is certain to ensue then allows me to not only justify my rejection of Him, it grants me unbridled permission to discount His existence altogether. And that third and final mistake is without a doubt the most costly of all.

When I find that stubbornness continually overrides common sense regardless of the logic of my argument, it seems that the only effective solution is to tell them to go ahead and stick their finger in the socket. And what I find is that what my argument failed to solve, electricity does quite nicely.

In the end, if we don't have God we don't have anything other than an end.

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

To assist us in climbing the mountains is marvelous. To level the mountains and altogether eliminate the climb is miraculous. And at times I think that God prefers the latter because it emboldens us to face the former.

I can ruthlessly press my imagination out beyond its very edges, and even in such a remote place I have not begun to touch the barest periphery of God__ imagination.

And so, it is always the case that the past is irreparably land-locked, and the future has yet to land. And here we are, living out our lives on the precariously thin line which separates the two.

To dress up today in the threadbare garments of yesterday is to create an impoverished tomorrow.

We incessantly vacillate between what__ behind us and what__ before us depending on the current barometer of our courage and the ambivalent nature of our vision.

Eons ago, the creative genius of God foresaw that it would take the shattered pieces of my __esterday_ to construct the sturdy portal to my __omorrow.

The present is too often squandered grieving the past or fearing the future, which makes the present nothing more than a cheap facsimile of what was or what will be instead of what it could be.

Whatever I __lign__ myself with are the very things that will create a __ine_ into my future.