Tradition gives us a sense of solidarity and roots, a knowing there are some things one can count on.

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.

Satan labels you. God names you.

We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way.

Memories are perhaps the best gifts of all.

When I look at where I’ve been, I see that what I am becoming is a whole lot further down the road from where I was.

God walks with us. He scoops us up in His arms or simply sits with us in silent strength until we cannot avoid the awesome recognition that yes, even now, He is there.