Quotes from Ted Dekker

But you too can see truth. You too can be freed from the blindness of fear and see with new eyes. In that new sight, you will see light instead of darkness.

Fury couldn't cross the red rope. They couldn't be inside Haven Valley. So she couldn't be a Fury. "Like I said, I'm Wisdom, here to protect you." Bobbie smiled.

But you too can see truth. You too can be freed from the blindness of fear and see with new eyes. In that new sight, you will see light instead of darkness. When you see the light, you will know love instead of fear because in love, there is no fear. In love, there is no record of wrong. Unless you know that love, everything you believe is worthless and gains you nothing, Christian or not. I come as a way-shower. But it's up to you to follow the way.

The Creator is pure. Therefore, a life that leads us to purity leads us to the Creator. And no man could possibly find an adventure grander than one that leads to the Creator.

I see now that in my search for love and acceptance, I slowly began to enslave myself to various identities, which I mistook for my real self in many arenas—sports, church, relationships, career, wealth. These identities became like gods of a lesser kind, all of which I hoped would save me from insignificance in this life.

Everything each of us does affects the others. None of us lives in a vacuum. We're simply children on a quest to gain the highest forms of wisdom without being compromised in the process. But when one is compromised, the others are compromised. You see that, don't you?

Condemnation is only trying to fight fear with fear.

This is our revolution in Yeshua: to be free from the prisons that hold us captive.

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There was no life above the surface anyway.

letting go is something you do, not just talk about. Talking about forgiving changes nothing. Doing it changes everything, not just in you, but somehow in those around you. We are not healed alone.

The wisdom of the world dresses up as helpful protection while binding you to fear

He'd broken the man's bone. And now he should break his fingers and both of his arms and both of his legs as instructed by the drawings. He should do it now, while the man was out. He already had the man's right arm wrapped in towels, bridging the gap between two blocks of wood. He should break it. How would BoneMan know? He hadn't seen any closed- circuit camera.

Your problem is that you worship the death of the body. You think it's the final watershed that determines everything. It's not. It's no more than the shedding of a costume.

The biggest lie is that fear will keep you safe in the darkness, but fear is the darkness. So round and round you go, fighting darkness with darkness. Better to open your eyes and see the light. In that light, there is no darkness. So you've always been safe. You just don't know it because you're blind to who you are as the light.

Think of yourself as a vessel. A cup. Don't try to guess what the Master will pour into you before he pours. Only pray it is the Master who pours. Then be willing to accept whatever message he wishes to fill you with. It's his to fill, Sherry. You only receive.

most of the world believes that most of what actually happens, happens without our being able to see it. That's a religious mainstay.

They were hardly fit for life, much less the forests. And yet they would likely defile the lakes, ravage the forests, and plant their desert wheat. These were the people of the colored forest gone amuck. The walking dead. Better buried at the base of a cliff than

Yeshua's way was to protect nothing and let go of all grievance, as

The honor of wearing the hardened leather breastplates, wielding the Guard swords, riding the best horses, being watched by everyone else as you walked down the path on your way to battle--who wouldn't trade his life for a chance to be called one of the Forest Guard?

She hurried to the front door, opened it, and stepped onto the porch. Dark cumulus clouds hovered low over the town, and a warm wind whipped through the trees, carrying stray leaves and dust through the street.

Because the real wolf comes to kill. To steal. To destroy.

This was what Alvin Finch had learned: you can break their bones, but it is far better to break their heart. Suffice it to say that he had broken the father's heart.

On the other hand, Alvin was looking for the perfect daughter who would love him with complete devotion, the way he loved himself. Unable to find such a daughter, he'd killed all of the girls, satisfied that he was at least punishing the fathers.