Quotes from John Eldredge

I've been part of some extraordinary experiences with God. I've had global adventures with him. But I don't live there. Getting there, just like getting to love or anything else that's wonderful in this life, is in the dailies.

Genuine holiness restores human beings; restored human beings possess genuine holiness.

One of the deepest of all human longings is the longing to belong, to be a part of things, to be invited in. We want to be part of the fellowship. Where did that come from?

few things can mess you up as badly as trying to do your best. For the tender heart, the earnest heart, it is so discouraging to give all you have trying to do what you think Jesus would have you do, and find yourself falling short, sabotaging your own efforts at every turn. Discouragement and shame settle in like a long Seattle rain. And this is what most Christians experience as the Christian life: Try harder; feel worse.

Ask Jesus to show you your beauty. Ask him what he thinks of you as a woman. His words to us let us rest and unveil our beauty.

Hope is a fruit of proven character.

The world has been wrong about you. They've hated your glory—just as the Evil One hates the glory of God. But we need your gift. Come forth.

We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it's our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand."8

To lose hope has the same effect on our heart as it would be to stop breathing.

You will not think clearly about your life until you think mythically. Until you see with the eyes of your heart.

And I would heal them." That's a different offer from: "And I would forgive them." It's a different offer from: "And I will give them a place in heaven." No, Jesus is offering healing to us.

Sorrow is not a stranger to any of us, though only a few have learned that is is not our enemy either.

Todo hombre anhela que lo elogien y que encima de eso, le paguen bien.

You clean and organize; you demand perfection—did you ever wonder why?

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit. (1 Peter 3:3–4)

And so, dear heart, it is time for your restoration. For there is One greater than your Enemy. One who has sought you out from the beginning of time. He has come to heal your broken heart and restore your feminine soul. Let us turn now to him.

You are the son of a kind, strong, and engaged Father, a Father wise enough to guide you in the Way, generous enough to provide for your journey, offering to walk with you every step. This is perhaps the hardest thing for us to believe—really believe, down deep in our hearts, so that it changes us forever, changes the way we approach each day.

Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life. —KING SOLOMON (PROV. 4:23)

A veil removed, bringing freedom, transformation, glory. Do you see it? I am not making this up—though I have been accused of making the gospel better than it is. The charge is laughable. Could anyone be more generous than God? Could any of us come up with a story that beats the one God has come up with? All the stories that we tell borrow their power from the Great Story he is telling.

You are never a great man when you have more mind than heart. —BEAUCHENE

Father, what did I miss here, in this stage? Did I know I was the beloved son? Do I believe it even now? Come to me, in this place, over these years. Speak to me. Do I believe you want good things for me? Is my heart secure in your love? How was my young heart wounded in my life as a boy? And Jesus, you who came to heal the broken heart, come to me here. Heal this stage in my heart. Restore me as the beloved son. Father me.

El problema de la propia identidad no es exclusivo de los jóvenes. Es permanente. Es tal vez el problema por excelencia. Puede perseguirnos en la vejez y, cuando ya no lo hace, es que nos está indicando que estamos muertos.

She might be the daughter of a king or a common servant girl, but we know she is a princess at heart. She is young with a youth that seems eternal. Her flowing hair, her deep eyes, her luscious lips, her sculpted figure - she makes the rose blush for shame; the sun is pale compared to her light. Her heart is golden, her love as true as an arrow.

Now every daughter of Eve want to control her surrounding, her relationships, her God. No longer is she vulnerable; now she will be grasping. No longer does she want simply to share in the adventure; she wants to control it.