What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights.
There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch.
Of course I doubt. I do not practice a certainty. I practice a faith.
On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.
Among those born into chaos, some will imagine an order and become scientists; a few will recognize the chaos and become abstract artists; most others will turn to faith for understanding; and the rest will become lost souls.
Eventually, time takes care of everything. The trouble with procrastination is that people give up on it too soon.