Your pain has a purpose. Your problems, struggles, heartaches, and hassles cooperate toward one end-the glory of God.

Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Wemmicks just like you." Eli to Punchinello (p. 25)

Heaven is beyond our imagination . . . . At our most creative moment, at our deepest thought, at our highest level, we still cannot fathom eternity.

Write today's worries in sand. Chisel yesterday's victories in stone.

Sometimes I wonder if we don't see Christ's love as much in the people he tolerated as in the pain he endured.

We see a hearse; we think sorrow. We see a grave; we think despair. We hear of a death; we think of a loss. Not so in heaven. When heaven sees a breathless body, it sees the vacated cocoon & the liberated butterfly.

God has high plans for you and me.