Fear is how you lose your life...a little bit at a time...What we give to fear, we take away from...faith.
Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it.
Before you measure the years, you measure the days.
What is it?” “A prayer.” “For a child?” She nodded. “For me?” Another nod. “On a tree?” “Trees spend all day looking up at God.
Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others.
My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree, (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing).