choices

The greater the volume of thoughts you have to work with, the better the context you can create for developing options and trusting your choices.

Your perspective guides your thoughts, your choices, your trajectory.

The world follows its own course. Each possesses his own thoughts, each treads his own path. So it is with your mother, and so it is with your starling. As it is with everyone. The world follows its own course.

Choose thoughts that give you the emotions of being alive and excited about life.

If you__e gone to travel to have fun, you will most likely have no new choices to make. But if you have gone travelling to grow, then you are bound to have to make that choice__hat of making a new home and welcoming people in it regardless of how different they are from you.

Nothing but your choices define your life.

All that you are is because of your choices.

Life is so much better when your passion and calling line up. You understand the gift of your spiritual inheritance, assume responsibility for right and just choices, and you pour your signature presence into serving others.

I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as if there's no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

Sooner or later you will meet the person you are busy becoming and you'll either be celebrating or regretting base on the choices you making today.

Arrange your life in such a way that you don't make choices based on fear of God, instead of love of God.

Being kind, being compassionate, being respectful does not make you weak. More often, it's the harder path to take.

No matter what path you're on in this life, if that path isn't about love, you're on the wrong path.

Pain can either thrust me into the arms of Jesus or make me turn my back on Him. Either way, it's a choice.

Perfect majesty that deliberately chose to be born into abject poverty, walk a road of perpetual poverty, and be unjustly executed in the raw nakedness of poverty is utterly ludicrous unless I realize that this is the single and sole way that God can reach me in the suffocating poverty that I myself have created.

What we__e searching for will determine where we arrive, or if we arrive. And right in the middle of such risky choices, Christmas is God perfectly solving the problem by showing us what to search for and then bringing it to us.

Christmas embodies everything that I need. However, everything that I need is often made up of a lot of stuff I don__ want.

There is magic in this wonderful life, but only if you choose to do more than just exist; the magic is found when we choose to live.