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

If God came to save the world, why are so many of His professed followers intent on damning it?

...for we are all amateurs at life, but if we do not focus too much on our mistakes, a miraculous picture emerges. And we learn that it's not the beauty of the image that warrants our gratitude--it's the chance to paint.

The depth of love is revealed in its departure.

I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.

The first step of a journey is always the longest.

There are people who come into our lives as welcome as a cool breeze in summer- and last about as long.