Authentic love is deciding to live on a one-way street where all the arrows point down the street and not a single one of them point back up to where I’m standing.

Friendship cannot be bought, traded or bartered. You won’t find it on sale, and there’s never a coupon for it. Truly priceless things can only be given.

I don’t believe that the common man is as bad as what we commonly see on the news. But we won’t know that until we spend some face-to-face time with the common man who lives just on the other side of our common fence.

I have found that in meeting people where they are at, we are taking ourselves from where we have lived out our days to where we can now live out our lives.

You know as well as I do that choosing to love another person is choosing to be hurt. However, is choosing ‘not to love’ actually choosing to be hurt simply because we will have chosen to keep a part of ourselves to ourselves that will die a most horrific death in the keeping?

I will spend my life believing in you so that you will someday commit to doing the same.

It’s not about describing someone as that’s typically an attempt to make whatever they are comfortable for whoever we are. Instead, we may wish to skip the agenda of the description and embrace the wonder of the person.

It’s not the size nor the power of the ocean that amazes me. Rather, it’s the way that something so powerful and immense can repeatedly caress a beach with such tenderness and never tire of doing it.

Love never lives on a one-way street, for it will always come back up the road bigger than how we had sent it down the road.