The darkness might hide things really well, but it doesn’t have the power to make them disappear. And when it comes to our dreams, we might want to remember that.

The only thing that I fear about death is that it will occur before I’ve had the chance to really live. And it is Christmas that hands me the chance to live while it leaves death with no chance to steal any of that from me.

How much of my life have I labeled as stolen, when in fact I gave it away?

Deep in the voice of a child and laced throughout the melody of their laughter we can hear what life was like before ‘innocence stolen’ swept it away. And if we bend down and listen closely, we suddenly realize that life was never stolen. Rather, we gave it away.

I will love or I will hate. And while it might be true that the former will demand everything of me, I can be certain that the latter will take everything from me.

What seemed to have been taken from our lives is simply a precursor to the very thing that’s about to show up.