Craig D. Lounsbrough

Vulnerability creates unimaginable space to build each other up, as much as it creates ample room to tear each other down.

Real relationships are the product of time spent, which is why so many of us have so few of them.

It__ not about describing someone as that__ typically an attempt to make whatever they are comfortable for whoever we are. Instead, we may wish to skip the agenda of the description and embrace the wonder of the person.

As I contemplate a relationship with God, I find that I__ afraid to ride on the coattails of the infinite. But what I fear more than that is spending my life in the coat closet.

Authentic love is deciding to live on a one-way street where all the arrows point down the street and not a single one of them point back up to where I__ standing.

Far too often the __hings_ that men define as success do little more than successfully destroy the lives of the very men who achieve those __hings._ And while I must admit that there is an authentic element of success in all of that, it__ the kind of success that I would much prefer to successfully avoid.

My definition of success is not based on achieving the impossible, but rather surviving the probable. And with a threshold that horribly low, simple survival cannot help but become my highest aspiration.

Despite the voices of the culture that would scream otherwise, victory is irreparably tied to the surrender of self. And that explains why so few are truly victorious.

It__ not about inviting great things into our lives. Rather, it__ about accepting the invitation of great things to step out of our lives.

The world screams, __tay down, it__ safer._ My soul screams, __o is being dead.

The father who has selflessly poured himself into the life of his children may leave no other monument than that of his children. But as for a life well lived, no other monument is necessary.

I hold in my hand a million ideas and more. But if I am puzzled as to why they have never leapt out of my hand and been birthed into the realities they were crafted to be, it is likely because the other hand has withheld the sacrifice that is necessary to birth an idea.

The road to success is paved with the hot asphalt of failure.

I yearn not for the easy path, but for the right path. _For 'easy' and 'right' are rarely compatible.

I want to __hink_ that I have all the answers. But if I __hink_, I soon realize that what I thought to be answers were guesses. And if I __hink_ yet again, I begin to realize that since God has all the answers He never hands me a guess.

God__ genius is as wide as the cosmos, while by comparison our intelligence can find room on the head of a pin.

Common sense is one of the most unused commodities available to man.

Intelligence and wisdom are certainly compatible, however they are rarely seen in each other__ company.