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

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

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.

How beautiful it is to learn that Grace isn't fragile, and that in the family of God we can fail and not be a failure.

With each new experience of letting God be in control, we gain courage and reinforcement for daring to do it again and again.

Choices can change our lives profoundly. The choice to mend a broken relationship, to say "yes" to a difficult assignment, to lay aside some important work to play with a child, to visit some forgotten person - these small choices may affect many lives eternally.

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.