It was when the sun gently slipped off the backside of the horizon and slowly drew the light of the day in it’s train that everything went quiet. And before the assorted choruses of crickets and spring peepers rose to greet the night, nature nodded at a day well done. And regardless of whether my day had come with rain or sunshine, I find few things as healing as lifting my soul above my circumstances and bringing the day to a close by nodding at a day well done.

Most of the things we deem as impossible are only impossible because we’ve given them permission to be impossible.

It’s not what the day holds. Rather, it’s how we hold the day.

It is my hope that despite the gravity of the trials, we will never forget that the privilege to live life always offsets the difficulties involved in the living of it. This is the essence of thanksgiving.

I can get on my knees and pray all day, but until my attitude is on its knees nothing will be different once I’m back on my feet.

Life is only as bad as your attitude.

I will never know the extent to which I can change the world until I change my attitude about my ability to change the world.

There is an invincible fortress that greed, gluttony and all of the other self-centered forces relentlessly assail with great force. Yet this unassailable fortress is such that the torrent may advance against it in a manner both vile and formidable, but the mad rage of this crazed maelstrom born of greed will helplessly fall to an exhausted calm before it ever touches its walls. And it is the simple attitude of thankfulness that builds a massive fortress such as this.

Life is precious regardless of how you choose to think about it.