Abundance is not what you hold in your hand. Rather, it's what you have in your heart. And until we realize this, both will feel empty.

Sad as it is, seems that the good always goes and gets replaced by something a whole lot less than good,” Aunt Mabel replied as she rearranged items in the old glass case. “Just seems we discard too much good in tryin’ to make things better. Maybe we should just enjoy what we got without always thinkin’ about what we don’t.

Pain dutifully reminds me that the world is terribly imperfect, but it faithfully helps me appreciate the world on those days when it’s a little closer to being perfect.

Having lived with nothing is the gift that allows me to appreciate the privilege of having everything.

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.

To be thankful for one thing is infinitely more powerful than to be bitter about a hundred others.

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.

By far, the most precious gifts are those that I have, for without those I will never be able to obtain those that I don’t.

What am I owed except the responsibility to see life as a gift?