Craig D. Lounsbrough

We can fill our lives with __tuff,_ but as we do we__e concurrently filling our lives with the obligation to maintain that __tuff.

Life is not about getting everything right, as much as it__ about working to live right.

The worst denial of all is being in denial that we__e in denial in the first place. And I would wonder if that__ not exactly where most of us live out most of our lives.

Our actions in the present build the staircase to the future. The question is whether that staircase is going up or down.

To let something go is to participate in a much greater dance that we call life.

Maybe we ought to consider that sometimes the most destructive outcomes in our lives are the ones that we__e created.

We are living out the drama of a pathetic story whose pages are smeared with our own handwriting.

The miracle is that the brilliance of the miraculous can live in the blandness of the mundane. The greater miracle is that we have enough brilliance in our own blandness to see it.

It wasn__ until I slowed the car and rolled down the windows that I realized I spend most of my days driving __hrough_ life without driving __n_ life. So, I__e decided to walk because the pace is slower and the windows are always down.

If we__e missing life it__ probably because we__e expecting it to reveal itself to us, rather than realizing that life is revealed by us looking for it.

It__ really a rather simple thing to bring balance to my anger. All I need to do is remember that the __and of cards_ that have been dealt to me pale in comparison to the __eck of cards_ that I__e thrown at others.

If safety is my goal, living life is not.

The greatest dividends in life are those that we give away.

I don__ necessarily sit around inviting life to knock me down, but when it does I don__ wait around for an invitation to stand back up either.

I pray that I am sufficiently stirred by the rumor of great things to seek the God who created this single thread that I am, and to marvel at a vision magnificent enough to cause this God to weave from this single thread a tapestry most resplendent.

Apathy is giving up when we need to get up.

The problem with the __erd_ is that our voice is never __eard_.

The __act_ of my actions frequently collide with the __iction_ of my words. And at what point will I live what I say, so I will avoid what I do?