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.

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

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!

The things that matter the most in this world, they can never be held in our hand.

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.

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.

Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today.