Craig D. Lounsbrough

The goal of comfort is at the self-same time the abandonment of great accomplishments.

I fear that should I seek out the treasures around me, they might by comparison reveal that I have not cultivated the treasures within me.

To fully understand how utterly amazing we really are we must first understand all of the things about us that are not, and then we must make our habitation where they are not.

The adult within me would be much wiser to learn from the child within me rather than focus on the demand that the child within me grow up.

Am I a storm-waster? For it is within the fury of the very storms within which I cower that I find resources for my growth that are entirely absent on calmer days.

It is in building the best of our abilities that we ultimately destroy the worst of our liabilities.

To realize your potential you must look beyond the end of yourself, realizing that where you end is most likely where you actually begin.

Real patriotism embraces the wholly immovable belief that without freedom, the essence of the human soul and the life-breath of the human spirit is doomed to perish for lack of space and absence of light.

Great difficult is the dogged bedfellow of great wealth, which always renders great wealth as less than great. Yet, great wealth as bequeathed by God is robustly free of such travails, which always renders it greater than great.

I can amass countless fortunes and yet stand with empty hands. I can seek God and have fortunes that fill countless hands.

The key to understanding if something is truly precious is to ask if we can hold it, for things truly precious cannot be held.

A true work of art is shaped by the hands of another, and if in shaping us that __ther_ is anything other than God, the piece will never touch the remotest periphery of its potential.

To strategize a rescue mission irrefutably capable of saving every human being is leagues beyond our ability to comprehend, and enormous beyond any resource we possess to execute. And to embark upon just such a mission fully knowing that without our death the mission will fall to failure is bravery of the greatest sort imaginable. Yet, that is exactly what Christmas is.

Jesus was and is the greatest restoration specialist of all time.

Jesus came to give us life so unimaginably beyond anything that we could ever hope to conceptualize that wonder cannot help but be our constant companion.

I ruthlessly expend my time and my energies seeking many random things, none of which will bless me in the way that I suppose they will, for despite my frequently stubborn resistance to the thought, the single and sole blessing that I can be utterly confident in is found in seeking God alone.

I am wholly deserving of all the consequences that I will in fact never receive simply because God unashamedly stepped in front of me on the cross, unflinchingly spread His arms so as to completely shield me from the retribution that was mine to bear, and repeatedly took the blows. And I stand entirely unwounded, utterly lost in the fact that the while His body was pummeled and bloodied to death by that which was meant for me and me alone, I have not a scratch.

Worlds of my own creation are erected with walls that are within but a few scant paces of each other. The world that God creates for me has no idea what walls are.