Endings have the power to shake beginnings from their slumber, raise them to their feet, and send them running forward when they would have otherwise stayed fast asleep.

Living for myself ends at myself, and that is very small place to end.

The carnage is not the end of something. Rather, it can be the beginning of everything. And the manner in which the carnage serves us will depend on the manner in which we see it.

And so the seasons turn, leaving the parting season holding out the sure and certain promise of the one to come. And if we are sufficiently naïve to refuse to relinquish the season that is passing, we will completely forfeit the promise of the one for which the passing season existed.

To realize your potential you must look beyond the end of yourself, realizing that where you end is most likely where you actually begin.

When you sit and talk with the Creator of the Universe before the day begins, you don’t need to worry about how it will end.

The quote, “God is not done with me ‘yet’” implies a conclusion to God’s work in our lives when the existence of such a concept is non-existent.

A sunset is the end of a day now passed. Yet, for some reason we get caught in the reality of the descending dark verses the anticipation of a rising dawn.

The Christmas story is penmanship of the most brilliant sort, where God crafted a beginning that would never be subject to an ending.