What a snapshot is to your life, your life is to eternity, so wouldn't it be nice if eternity captured you smiling?
Of course I doubt. I do not practice a certainty. I practice a faith.
If God had intended me to make excuses for who I am, He would have given me better excuses.
Life is too short to hold a grudge, also too long.
Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld?
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.