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.

Memories are perhaps the best gifts of all.

Satan labels you. God names you.

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.

Line by line, moment by moment, special times are etched into our memories in the permanent ink of everlasting love in our relationships.

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.

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.