There is something in every season, in every day, to celebrate with thanksgiving.

I hear people say, "It's not the quantity of time that's important; it's the quality." Well, technically that may be true, but quality doesn't happen in a hurry.

Love is the seed of all hope. It is the enticement to trust, to risk, to try, to go on.

There are times when I draw near enough to touch Him, then I know that He has been there all the time

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

Prayer is sort of like an unlocked door with a giant, red-lettered sign on it that says: "Welcome. Feel Free to Take What You Need." Inside is the storehouse of all that God is. He invites us to share it all. He doesn't intend for us to stay on the outside and struggle all alone with the perplexities of life, and He not only invites us to come in, but to stay in. . . . It is an on-going process, not just an occasional religious-sounding speech we make to a nebulous divinity "out there somewhere." Prayer is meant to be a part of our lives, like breathing and thinking and talking.

What will your children remember? Moments spent listening, talking, playing and sharing together may be the most important times of all.