Quotes by Craig D. Lounsbrough

Anything great will only be appreciated if I am given the opportunity to feel the absence of it, or experience the reversal of it. It is only then that I can even begin to understand its majesty and cherish it in the manner I should have all along.

Judging others is too often escapism dressed in the garb of righteous indignation, whereby I dutifully point out in others that which I probably should be pointing out in myself.

If we are merely a chance product of ‘random happenstance’ and nothing more, doesn’t it strike you as a bit odd that we have the ability to contemplate the question of ‘random happenstance’ with such methodical complexity?

Making oneself large involves intentionally making oneself small.

The point that I think myself to be so terribly clever is the precise point at which I am beginning to think myself to be god-like, which causes me to become God-less.

If I continually focus on what I don’t have, my life will always be completely empty despite the fact that it’s completely full.

Thankfulness is an attitude of possibilities, not an attitude of liabilities.

Because thankfulness is the tonic that always cures the cancers of greed, envy and jealously, it should be taken in liberal doses daily.

Thanksgiving is an attitude that must be rooted in the ‘gift of life’ if we ever hope to be thankful for the ‘gifts’ of life.

Thanksgiving is not some formulaic action based on a tedious ledger that neatly tallies everything I have received so I can determine if being thankful is warranted or not. Rather, it’s appreciating the fact that I have already received the privilege of living life which in and of itself will fill the whole of my ledger for the whole of my life.

I can only see life as this most miserable accident that I have been forced to endure simply because I refuse to see it as the most astounding plan that I have been privileged to engage.

We tend to perseverate on the fact that as far as we might have fallen, there’s always another bottom underneath the one we’re laying on. Yet, for every bottom underneath us, there’s always endless opportunity above us.

Romanticizing comes with colored glasses of the most colored sort.

We really can’t afford to live our lives walking in some sort of introspective darkness as if the darkness is the only thing that we can walk in.

Although I’m seldom aware enough to see it, the greater cost regarding that which I possess was not what I paid for it, but what someone along the way sacrificed so that I might have the opportunity to pay for it.

Until I realize that it’s all I gift, I can hold all of it and yet receive none of it.

Heaven shows up all the time. But we plan our time so that we show up in other places.

Blindness is a choice born of fear, nursed by complacency and groomed by comfort. And what I often don’t see in my blindness is that choice evidences the existence of other options.

Sometimes the grandest of all events are described in the poverty of a few simple words.

When I read the ghastly lines of tragedy darkly penned into my life, I turn and notice that the pen in my hand is wet.