Through faith we learn to believe the evidence of our eyes.
In sinners and repenters you have the original division of labor.
Life is too short to hold a grudge, also too long.
Ever wonder what crime you committed that you are confined to a small enclosure above your sinuses, under permanent skull arrest?
Turn your love into promises, that when you doubt your love, you may simply ask, "Am I keeping my promises?"
What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights.