When we all part from this life and gather on the other side, the only thing each of us will have to share is his own story.

Time passes…..and a billion lives are affected in ways we’ll never know.

Man is dust. Rue is rain. Life is mud.

You cannot change the past. This truth can be a hard pill to swallow.

Remember, rainbows have never been attracted to cloudless days. They only follow the storms.

God cries for us in the same way we cry for others. His tears most often spill over for the pain and suffering caused from the mortal misuse of a gift called agency. He will not revoke the gift. It was promised to us for the duration of our time on Earth. But He will hold each one of us accountable in the end for how we applied this power of agency.

Sadness is the heart withdrawing to seek shelter from the pain.

In this life we all walk by faith—faith in something—because none of us knows for certain what is to come. All we really have is hope and faith.

Bad habits are spiraling slides that drag you round and round down the narrowing end of a cone that eventually ends up in a dark, tight, confining spot. Good habits are hooked wings that steadily grow in girth and strength. At first, they grasp and climb until those beautiful wings can lift the bearer out of the darkness and above the clouds to heights few ever experience.