Craig D. Lounsbrough

The line that we chart into our future is often more a circle that brings us back to our past. And it might be that there is some hidden intent in charting circles in that we can feel like we__e moving when we actually have no intent of doing so.

Comfort is a stance of avoidance rather than the pursuit of excellence.

In a relationship with God, our most secret places once thickly cloaked and meticulously hidden away now stand before us utterly and entirely exposed. And it may be that this dreaded fear is the single thing that keeps us an arm__ length from God, and forever a single step away from His blessings.

I must look at the 'nature' of God, not the 'nature' of the challenge. For the former means everything and the latter means nothing.

To look beyond our horizons is to acknowledge that we__e hemmed ourselves in by creating them in the first place.

To intentionally pass on opportunity is to intentionally pass on living.

Either we are running __rom_ what we fear, or running __o_ what we fear. The former is a choice driven by fear, the latter is an action inspired by it.

Fear tells me that while there might be a host of people who wish to stand beside me in times of crisis, the tangled wreckage is sometimes so enormous that the best of their efforts leave them stranded at a great distance. And standing desperately alone surveying the carnage that holds all others a bay, God suddenly taps me on the shoulder, leans over and whispers, 'how about a little demolition?

The anticipation of loss is much more frightening than the actual loss as anticipation leaves room for the imagination to create that which, in all likelihood, will never transpire.

One of the most terrifying things I fear is not my potential, but how much regret I__l die with should I never use it.

We tend to deny our humanity because in accepting the fullness of it, we would need to confess how little we__e done with it.

Loss is an invitation to a journey of unparalleled growth, yet we seldom RSVP the invitation.

I much prefer not to fall, unless of course I am falling into the hands of God.

The power of a thing is not based on the power it actually possesses. Rather, it is much more about the power that we permit it to possess.

Choosing a life of safety is safely choosing something other than life.

Mediocrity is a path cleared by fear, leveled by apathy and paved by comfort.

The paralyzing fear of being lost is fed solely by the irrational fear that we will never be found.

If I am brave enough to stand against those who have been groomed by fear, I will recognize that where I get knocked down is all about where life begins, and has nothing to do with where it ends.