If by growing up you mean allowing the adult within me to abandon the child within me, I have no interest in such a horrid proposition. If instead you mean to let each enhance the other at the exclusion of neither, I have every interest.

If the achieving of the goal was not enhanced by the effort to get there, you achieved something but it was not your goal.

If the words are just words, then the book is just pages. But if the words capture great ideas and intimately frame them so that our lives are transformed by the weight of them, then you have a book that can never be defined by its pages.

A good book leaves you better than the way it found you.

I am thankful that there are those among us who have sacrificed dearly on behalf of us. And I ardently pray to God that I might be less like myself and more like them.

We frantically expend our lives attempting to be what we think we should be, rather than being who we are. And if we would just settle into ourselves, we would soon discover that that is who we should have been all along.

Although I too often see myself as powerless, the fact is the New Year is what I make it. And whatever I make it is what it makes me.

Too often what I dislike in others is more about what I am and less about what I dislike in them. Therefore, if I make the changes in myself I’m less likely to criticize the the faults in another.

If I am not transforming those around me it is because I have chosen not to transform that which is within me.