The eagle had two natural enemies: storms and serpents. He embraced the storm, waiting on the rock for the right thermal current and then using that to carry him higher. While other birds were taking cover, the eagle was soaring. An eagle would never fight against the storms of life.

God, please now my future see, make it clear where I should be. Open windows, close the doors, not my will, my God, but Yours.

Friends don't get jealous of each other or begrudge the other for finding success. They celebrate every victory together.

As long as he was breathing, God's greatest task for him was not yet finished. His highest purpose in life was still unfulfilled. ... God still had plans for him.

You can't base your decisions on anyone's opinion but yours and God's.

Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.

Readers need to see themselves between the lines of the story.