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.

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

Memories are perhaps the best gifts of all.

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!

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.

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

What will your children remember? We can change the world inside our own houses. Take the gift of this moment and make something beautiful of it. Few worthwhile experiences just happen; memories are made on purpose.