Craig D. Lounsbrough

To avoid the cost incurred in pursuing great things we opt for ease and blithely abandon great things. The sheer recklessness of such a pathetically apathetic trade-off will eventually cost us a life squandered, which in the end is the greatest cost of all.

If I am always standing at the bottom of the mountain longingly looking up, in all probability it is because I have heeded the pillaging dogma of mediocrity which persistently tells me that the dream is not worth the climb.

A conviction borne of God amply possesses the potency and power to brazenly reach beyond the possible in order to topple the impossible.

To find one__ purpose is to discover one__ worth, discern one__ direction, wholly dedicate oneself to the journey, and forge an unbending determination that I will not leave the world the way I found it. This week's blog outlines the finding of our purpose.

The hallmark of great dreams is not their possibility but their impossibility, and the fact that it is the very notion of the __mpossible_ that inspires us to go and accomplish them anyway.

I am most thankful for what I don__ have, for had my life__ wish list been filled in the manner I had chosen I would be steeped in meaningless trinkets verses bathed in God__ treasures.

My vision of what God can do is nothing more than a fleeting glance of the backside of the __ossible,_ while God is inviting me to the forefront of the __mpossible.

There are often two sets of goals in life: those that we establish, and those that really matter.

I thought myself sufficiently shrewd to make whatever decisions I wanted to make, and then to be able to sufficiently steer those decisions away from the rather dark and nasty places they would naturally take me. And I stand oddly perplexed that suddenly everything around me is dark and nasty.

The presence of a path doesn__ necessarily mean the existence of a destination.

Undoubtedly, our weariness is not based on the fact that we__e running. Rather, our weariness is all too frequently based on the fact that many of the things that we__e running from are the very things we should be running to.

If I__ chasing the wrong thing, what I__ chasing will end up chasing me. And in the end, I__ less likely to be the one doing the catching.

The barrier to our future is often the very plans that we__e created to get there.

It is the fool who declares __ am ascending the summit,_ while he__ toddling around in the ditch.

Although I regularly convince myself otherwise, because I aim at something doesn__ necessarily mean I have a target.

The most critical time in any battle is not when I__ fatigued, it__ when I no longer care.

Due north_ on my compass is largely __ue_ to the fact that in __ue_ time I have been __nduly_ lax in recalibrating my compass. And I__ apparently ignorant enough to wonder why I__ lost.

Most journeys are armchair calculations strategically charted in some reclined state that are designed to allow us to embark upon a grand journey without ever leaving the armchair. However, real journeys are absent of furniture.