Quotes from Craig D. Lounsbrough

God's genius is as wide as the cosmos, while by comparison our intelligence can find room on the head of a pin.

Intelligence and wisdom are certainly compatible, however they are rarely seen in each other's company.

Common sense is one of the most unused commodities available to man.

To think that we grasp the fullness of life is to say that by holding a mere drop of water in our hands we are able to understand the immensity of the ocean.

The common theme of common sense is that it's commonly rejected as uncommonly demanding.

Raw power without Godly obedience is a long walk off a short conscience.

Without a doubt, the most ingenious plan I could ever hope to devise would be to trade my plans for God's.

Our best-laid plans are often our worst-made decisions.

Intelligence without wisdom is nothing more than stupidity that looks smart.

Starting over is opportunity informed by failure, which is opportunity made intelligent.

Is it reasonable to assume that the jarring nature of a particular consequence might be the very thing that strong-arms us away from making the poor choice that we didn't see as a poor choice?

However, in many instances we might be very wise to ask what the consequence of removing the consequence might actually be.

My prayer is that God would continue to love me enough to refuse to answer the prayers I'm praying that I shouldn't be praying.

Why is it that we don't worry about a compass until we're lost in a wilderness of our own making?

Ignorance is not bliss. Rather, ignorance is blistering.

When wisdom gives way to whimsy and ethics fall to excitement, it is highly likely that the ground beneath me will 'give way' and it is I who will 'fall.

My life is a series of invitations accepted and invitations rejected, and the place I now find myself is often a result of accepting the wrong invitations and rejecting the right ones.

Each day hands me a clean sheet of paper upon which to write. Therefore, I would be wise to write without ever having the need to erase.

How many times has our conscience firmly prompted us to 'draw the line, ' and we showed up with an eraser?

My wisdom absent of God's wisdom is nothing more than a best-guess.

Every life is a canvas and every interaction is a brush, therefore we'd be wise to consider how we handle the paint.

Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both.

Real, lasting closure is never secured through retribution or retaliation.

A true work of art is shaped by the hands of another, and if in shaping us that 'other' is anything other than God, the piece will never touch the remotest periphery of its potential.