And there it is, my greatest challenge: to face the uncertainty of each day, trusting that there will be enough – enough to meet our needs and enough to give away.

You ride horse of good intent,” Naomi said. “It does not arrive at destination.

When your father died, I thought I’d die too. But then your heart keeps beating, you keep taking breaths and getting hungry and needing sleep, so you know you’re not dead. One day, something makes you laugh and you’re ripped with guilt because you can. A month passes and then a year, and you’ve gone on with your life even knowing you couldn’t, but you do.

My mother always said to keep my eyes open for the unexpected good, the little treasures.

The visionary mind takes many turns before settling on any specific path.

That everything that happens can be converted to good. We simply do not know the good of it, our world being so vast and wide and us but a small part in it.

Some of what I remembered was not my own story. It was twisted like tobacco strands, tangled with a dozen other memories of people who were here and others who were not even a part of the terror.

Change isn't the end... It's an unfolding, the beginning of something different.

Don’t deny the dreams. They’re a gift given to make your life full. Accept them. Reach for them. We are not here just to endure hard times until we die. We are here to live, to serve, to trust, and to create out of our longings.