As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.

My grandfather, a devout Christian, had the gift of healing.

We stone our prophets, then build monuments to them after they're gone.

It has been a mistake living my life in the past. One cannot ride a horse backwards and still hold its reins.

Life has taught me that to fly, you must first accept the possibility of falling.

Life is the soil, our choices and actions the sun and rain, but our dreams are the seeds.

Nothing heals the soul like chocolate ... It's God's apology for broccoli.