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.

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.

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!

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

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.

God must have said, "I know what I'll do, I'll send my Love right down there where they are. And I'll send it as a tiny baby, so they'll have to touch it, and they'll have to hold it close."

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.