If indeed the death of a child is part of a larger plan, you wonder if God ever considered a smaller plan.

I complain that the years fly past, but then I look in a mirror and see that very few of them actually got past.

What we have earned by the sweat of our brow, we defend with pride. What we have gained by the accident of birth, we guard with prejudice.

In many areas of understanding, none so much as in our understanding of God, we bump up against a simplicity so profound that we must assign complexities to it to comprehend it at all. It is mindful of how we paste decals to a sliding glass door to keep from bumping our nose against it.

As a friend, you first give your understanding, then you try to understand.

In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.

In the end the reason for anything is inseparable from the reason for everything.