I have come to believe that we do not walk alone in this life. There are others, fellow sojourners, whose journeys are interwoven with ours in seemingly random patterns, yet, in the end, have been carefully placed to reveal a remarkable tapestry. I believe God is the weaver at that loom.

Things that seem bad at the time are really blessings.

Sometimes our arms are so full with the burdens we carry that it hinders our view of the load those around us are staggering beneath.

Love is never convenient-and rarely painless

Those with the softest hearts build the hardest shells.

It is a peculiar thing to believe that you know someone intimately only to find that you really do not. It is like finishing a book only to discover that you have missed several key chapters. THE LETTER Chapter 9 page 104

Life is what happens to us while we're planning something else.