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.

Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves.

I've yet to read a love story that compares with mine.

The only way to remove pain from death is to remove love from life.

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.

The further along we get on our life journey the more we wonder about those who traveled before us and paved the road.

From our first babblings to our last word, we make but one statement, and that is our life.