The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53]
Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just a step of faith after another.
I absolutely love playing the game 'Risk.
The first casualty of hitting rock bottom is vanity.
There are moments, it would seem, that were created in cosmic theater where we are given strange and fantastic tests. In these times, we do not show who we are to God, for surely He must already know, but rather to ourselves.
Things that seem bad at the time are really blessings.