You can endure almost anything if you have someone at your side who cares.

Pain defines moments in the lives of all human beings. The trial is not the endurance of pain but the choices we make regarding how to endure.

You would think those who have endured unkindness would be kinder as a result, intent on sparing others the awful suffering they abhorred firsthand.

I've figured out why they call it a trial.  Because you try all you can to pull through it. 

Is anything truly impossible? Or is it that the path to our goals appears too unclear to follow? It seems to me that if you seek hard enough, pray hard enough, you usually stumble across a scattering of breadcrumbs that marks the trail leading to the goal you once considered beyond your reach.

What kind of person is void of compassion? A heartless one. But alas, compassion cannot exist without the endurance of afflictions.

There are tomorrows on their way worth the struggles of today. Never give up.

I am more and more convinced that some people are put in our lives solely to try our patience and tamper with our tolerance levels.

If you feel like a nearly-drowned rat that’s been dragged through the mud, all twisted up inside your mother’s borrowed, prized quilt, having been tossed about by gale force winds that managed to entangle you in barbed wire one-thousand miles from your goal in the middle of a hot, barren nowhere void of any basic necessities―then congratulations! You’re no observer but an actual participant in the game of life! Stand up and keep living.