Craig D. Lounsbrough

There is a deep dryness of the soul and all of the recalcitrant contrivances of man to quench his own thirst will bring not a single drop of moisture to those parched places, for God and God alone holds the water that satiates the soul.

The priceless lesson in the New Year is that endings birth beginnings and beginnings birth endings. And in this elegantly choreographed dance of life, neither ever find an end in the other.

Integrity is the antithesis of compromise and the sworn enemy of comfort. It bases its decisions not on how much discomfort we might be able to avoid, but on how much we need to avoid the compromise of comfort.

Human beings manifesting the fullness of who they were created to be would be inviting and correspondingly transformational in a manner almost mysterious.

I am only one, but that is infinitely better than being none.

Maybe we should remember that logic constructs a box that is far too small for wonder to take up residence in. Therefore, the crucial question is, __ill we choose to live there if wonder cannot?

Expectations are the shackles that will not permit something to be what it actually is.

Although it would lead me to believe otherwise, fear has little interest in intimidating me. Rather, it much prefers to enslave me.

To __top and smell the roses_ we must first believe that there__ a rose garden out there somewhere. And in this jaded world of ours, the refusal to believe in gardens leaves most of us ref of roses.

To destroy that which seeks to destroy me, God invites me to stand against it until it stands down and then falls down.

We recklessly attempt to disguise our __reed_ by dressing it in the garb of other nobler ideals such as __ights_ and __rivileges._ Yet, if we dare dress __reed_ in an authentic sense of thankfulness, greed will suffocate within the folds of that very clothing.

In choosing to exchange precious principles for worthless impulses, I have far too often bankrupted my soul in order to bankroll my ego.

I too often allow people to become a sterile commodity to be bartered in the service of my greed, and in doing something so absurdly reckless I foolishly barter away everything that meets my need.

A cause that only serves me is much like a door on the edge of a cliff, it doesn__ open to anywhere good.

Maybe we need to reflect on the fact that the patience of God always outruns the impatience of our greed, and that His love always outweighs the greed that outweighs our love for Him.

I constantly pack my pockets full of worthless trinkets, and in such misguided gorging I leave my heart empty and my soul emaciated because I have forgotten everything but trinkets.

I craft most of my own tragedies without ever having even the remotest understanding that it is I myself who have done the crafting.

Commitment is a promise to a cause. Being non-committal is a promise to catastrophe.