I choose what to believe and WHOM to believe. Every day. That’s what makes it my work to believe, to hold fast to God’s promises when they seem impossible.

Seems everywhere I look, there’s a fool on a pedestal. And these fools were given a pedestal BECAUSE they rushed in where angels fear to tread.

Every word of correction and every place that the Cross comes to kill something out of me is an example of where I’ve been pouring life into death.

We were created to worship and we worship. The question is not whether, the question is what do we worship and who do we worship.

If we're not seeking God for Himself, we'll affix our idea on Him to make Him what we want Him to be. That's an idea of God but not God.

When you serve a god who is your idea of God rather than actually God, this is idolatry. Whoa! Is this Idolatry versus worship?

Why wouldn’t I ­– couldn’t I – just let go of the deep hurt this person had inflicted? What was hindering me in reaching forgiveness?

The penny for the plate is giving out of our complete poverty rather than abundant supply. Artifacts which stand between my unbridled passion, my yielded heart and ungarnished devotion.

Having the name of a sin or stronghold is everything.

I feel like I went from a Technicolor world to black-and-white.

My whole life is marked by my refusal to accept the REALITY of emptiness.

Idolatry is about our focus, so it can be love OR hate.