Line by line, moment by moment, special times are etched into our memories in the permanent ink of everlasting love in our relationships.

I'm not what I want to be. I'm not what I'm going to be. But, thank God, I'm not what I was!

Even in the winter, in the midst of the storm, the sun is still there. Somewhere above the clouds, it still shines and warms and pulls at the life buried deep inside the brown branches and frozen earth.

There may be no trumpet sound or loud applause when we make a right decision, just a calm sense of resolution and peace.

We need the whole song, all the verses and the choruses to serve us as our own story unfolds because- trust me- life is hard, but God is good.

If we just give God the little that we have, we can trust Him to make it go around.

What will your children remember? We can change the world inside our own houses. Take the gift of this moment and make something beautiful of it. Few worthwhile experiences just happen; memories are made on purpose.