Life is a story. Why do we die? Because we live. Why do we live? Because our Maker opened His mouth and began to tell a story.
Sometimes standing against evil is more important than defeating it. - N.D. Wilson
Sometimes standing against evil is more important than defeating it.
- N.D. Wilson
Man is born to trouble. Man is born for trouble. Man is born to battle trouble. Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded--under torch and h… - N.D. Wilson
Man is born to trouble. Man is born for trouble. Man is born to battle trouble. Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded--under torch and h…
Do not fear the shadowy places. You will never be the first one there. Another went ahead and down until He came out the other side. - N.D. Wilson
Do not fear the shadowy places. You will never be the first one there. Another went ahead and down until He came out the other side.
Do not resent your place in the story. Do not imagine yourself elsewhere. Do not close your eyes and picture a world without thorns, without shadows,… - N.D. Wilson
Do not resent your place in the story. Do not imagine yourself elsewhere. Do not close your eyes and picture a world without thorns, without shadows,…
Drink your wine. Laugh from your gut. Burden your moments with thankfulness. Be as empty as you can be when that clock winds down. Spend your life. A… - N.D. Wilson
Drink your wine. Laugh from your gut. Burden your moments with thankfulness. Be as empty as you can be when that clock winds down. Spend your life. A…
Understand this: we are both tiny and massive. We are nothing more than molded clay given breath, but we are nothing less than divine self-portraits,… - N.D. Wilson
Understand this: we are both tiny and massive. We are nothing more than molded clay given breath, but we are nothing less than divine self-portraits,…
That wasn't me. I'm not a morning person. There's another person inside of me that does all the morning things. - N.D. Wilson
That wasn't me. I'm not a morning person. There's another person inside of me that does all the morning things.
Life is a story. Why do we die? Because we live. Why do we live? Because our Maker opened His mouth and began to tell a story. - N.D. Wilson
In this story, the sun moves. In this story, every night meets a dawn and burns away in the bright morning. In this story, Winter can never hold back… - N.D. Wilson
In this story, the sun moves. In this story, every night meets a dawn and burns away in the bright morning. In this story, Winter can never hold back…
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