Craig D. Lounsbrough

If I__ conceited enough to believe I__ invincible, then maybe it will take me doing the very thing I swore I would never do to understand that I__ not as wonderful as I thought I was.

The fear of getting knocked down is less about the pain of the fall and more about the embarrassment in having fallen. And so, to rid myself of the latter is to reduce my concern about the former, which means I just unleashed my life.

Failure is a friend if we can see past the face of the foe that we project on it.

Failure is not the deterrent for the next try. Rather, it is information that empowers the next step.

Failure is blessing wrapped in the clothing of curse.

With God, being lost is nothing more than an idea that never has and never will be anything more than an idea.

The challenge is never based on the size of the obstacle that stands before me. Rather, it is dictated by the degree of faith that rests within me.

Whatever the depth of our darkness, God navigated it eons before it was dark. And whatever the duration of our nights, God was there long before it ever turned to night. Therefore, despite our frequent feelings to the contrary, there is no place we might be where God was not lovingly waiting for us an eternity before we got there.

It has nothing to do with who I am as compared to everyone else. It has everything to do with who I am in companionship with God.

I say that my value is based on my accomplishments. Christmas is God saying that I am His accomplishment and that will forever be enough.

Despite our battered exterior and in spite of the festering scars and rank filth that overlays it, there is underneath it all the pristine likeness of God Himself. And we would be wise to cast an eye not on the marred exterior, but to be fixed on the glorious interior.

I while away my time wishing I were someone else when simply being me is the most magnificent thing I could ever wish to do.

In evaluating ourselves, we tend to be long on our weaknesses and short on our strengths.

If the pursuit of perfection is a way to prove our worth, in the end the pursuit will only prove our imperfections.

Timeless principles never age, and truth is as young as the day it was spoken into existence.

Surrender is a choice, it is never a calling.

Purpose declares that the trajectory of my existence and the course of human history were intentionally set to collide at this precise moment in time because what I have to offer human history is desperately needed at this precise time.

The war on Christmas is waged of weakness and fed by vision blinded. It is a war of intellect blunted to stupidity and calling begging at the feet of cowardice.