Down through the years, I turned to the Bible and found in it all that I needed.

Take all away. I am content to know Such love is mine-for life is all too brief To grieve for pleasures bringing only grief; Give me but You; it is enough just so.

Every cat knows some things need to be buried.

We cannot pray and remain the same.

If I cannot give my children a perfect mother I can at least give them more of the one they’ve got – and make that one more loving. I will be available. I will take time to listen, time to play, time to be home when they arrive from school, time to counsel and encouerage.

I think losing a loved one must be a little like losing a leg. First there is the shock, then the anesthetic, and the painkillers; the attention of doctors and nurses, flowers and cards and visits from friends. But sooner or later you have to learn to walk without it.

Prodigals are not limited in gender, race, age or color. They do have one thing in common: They have left home, and they are missed.

Pity the married couple who expect too much from one another.

Just pray for a tough hide and a tender heart.

God does not punish us for our sins but by them.