We find things where we look for them.
Each morning I gaze at the eastern horizon, and if the sun keeps its promise, I keep mine.
Through faith we learn to believe the evidence of our eyes.
Know thyself, or at least keep renewing the acquaintance.
If we would see others as they see themselves, our shyness would soon become compassion.
Is it my imagination, or does shipping and handling settle a box of crackers more than it used to?