“A living poem” had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.

Never forget that anticipation is an important part of life. Work's important, family's important, but without excitement, you have nothing. You're cheating yourself if you refuse to enjoy what's coming.

Regrets about the journey, maybe, but not the destination.

The search for God's presence was much of a mystery as God himself, and what was God if not a mystery?

You know the real me," she said, stopping to peer up at him. "More than anyone else.

Because you aren't just someone I loved back then. You were my best friend, my best self, and I can't imagine giving that up again." He hesitated searching for the right words. "You might not understand, but I gave you the best of me, and after you left, nothing was ever the same.

I call it God Light, because it reminds me of heaven. Every time the light shines through the window we built or any window at all, you'll know I'm right there with you, okay? That's going to be me. I'll be the light in the window.