If God had intended me to make excuses for who I am, He would have given me better excuses.
An old belief is like an old shoe. We so value its comfort that we fail to notice the hole in it.
What a unique treasure are the things we have learned to live without, for no thief can take them from us.
God left so many fingerprints at the scene of creation that you wonder — does He want to be found, or does He want to be stopped?
There is no such thing as a list of reasons. There is either one sufficient reason or a list of excuses.