Craig D. Lounsbrough

Do I make up some __od_ in my mind, or do I make up my mind to know God?

To think that we grasp the fullness of life is to say that by holding a mere drop of water in our hands we are able to understand the immensity of the ocean.

The common theme of common sense is that it__ commonly rejected as uncommonly demanding.

Most often, what I don__ know will have a vastly greater bearing on my life that what I do know.

Rather than being incensed by the nature of the bruise, maybe we should be inspired by the possibilities in the bruise.

Although I am far too frequently convinced otherwise, with God a dead-end is only the death of an end.

Maybe the truth of it all is that we__e just too fearful to give our faith enough running room to realize that this precariously thin path that led us to the end of this life is dwarfed to obscurity by the infinitely vast byway that begins immediately on the other side.

Faith is the most unexercised muscle known to man.

I must not imagine what is __ot_ as a means of escaping what __s_. Rather, I must understand what __s_ and imagine how I can make it what it is __ot_.

To build refuges of my own making is to construct fortresses of sand at ocean__ edge, where the relentless tides of time will leave my most magnificently constructed walls as perfectly flat sand. And now that I am subject to the very tides that destroyed these walls of mine, I am left with the reality that my single and sole refuge can only be the God who created both tides and sand.

With God, the fear of failure is slain cold by success that is already hot on the way.

I decry the injustice of my wounds, only to look down and see that I am holding a smoking gun in one hand and a fistful of ammunition in the other.

It__ not a lack of opportunity around me. Rather, it__ a lack of faith within me.

In the absence of faith, our dreams will move from feasible aspirations to implausible fantasy.

The problem is not that we don__ recognize the truth when we hear it. The problem is that we don__ want to recognize what the truth might mean for us if we hear it.

If I am not at 'peace', then I can be altogether confident that I've placed a larger 'piece' of myself in the hands of someone other than God.

True peace cannot be found in a __lace_. Rather, it is found in a Person who can be with you in any __lace_.

To be alone with myself in the space of silence is horrifying, for I know with the utmost certainty that in that space I will hear the very things that I constantly use the clamor to drown out. And so the question becomes, how long can I keep up all the noise?