We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never lose sight ...

We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way.

Satan labels you. God names you.

Memories are perhaps the best gifts of all.

Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today.

There is something in every season, in every day, to celebrate with thanksgiving.

The things that matter the most in this world, they can never be held in our hand.

If we just give God the little that we have, we can trust Him to make it go around.

Love is the seed of all hope. It is the enticement to trust, to risk, to try, to go on.

I'm not what I want to be. I'm not what I'm going to be. But, thank God, I'm not what I was!

God's will for your life is God's will for today, and it doesn't get any more glamorous than that.

Tradition gives us a sense of solidarity and roots, a knowing there are some things one can count on.

There are times when I draw near enough to touch Him, then I know that He has been there all the time

When I look at where I’ve been, I see that what I am becoming is a whole lot further down the road from where I was.

How beautiful it is to learn that Grace isn't fragile, and that in the family of God we can fail and not be a failure.

There may be no trumpet sound or loud applause when we make a right decision, just a calm sense of resolution and peace.

I grew up in a literary home and majored in French, English, and sociology. They all have served me well over the years.

With each new experience of letting God be in control, we gain courage and reinforcement for daring to do it again and again.

What will your children remember? Moments spent listening, talking, playing and sharing together may be the most important times of all.

Line by line, moment by moment, special times are etched into our memories in the permanent ink of everlasting love in our relationships.

We need the whole song, all the verses and the choruses to serve us as our own story unfolds because- trust me- life is hard, but God is good.

In working with people across the country and around the world, I've come to know that most of us go through times that re-route our prayer life.

I hear people say, "It's not the quantity of time that's important; it's the quality." Well, technically that may be true, but quality doesn't happen in a hurry.

Scripture has always been a part of my life. My dad was a pastor. My mother was a speaker, writer, and teacher. I memorized Scripture from the time I was little.

Everything is a part of what God's up to in your life, so I think our job is to embrace it. Everything. Embrace it all and consider it God's will for this moment.

God walks with us. He scoops us up in His arms or simply sits with us in silent strength until we cannot avoid the awesome recognition that yes, even now, He is there.

When we read of the great Biblical leaders, we see that it was not uncommon for God to ask them to wait, not just a day or two, but for years, until God was ready for them to act.

I never set out to write prayers at all. But there was a span of time when I didn't find it easy to pray, but, when I went to write one of the things I had to write, a prayer would come.

God must have said, "I know what I'll do, I'll send my Love right down there where they are. And I'll send it as a tiny baby, so they'll have to touch it, and they'll have to hold it close."

The more I come to recognize my story's place in God's grander Story, my once-bewildered questions are turning to psalms of thanksgiving at the wonder that I have been included in what He is doing.

Even in the winter, in the midst of the storm, the sun is still there. Somewhere above the clouds, it still shines and warms and pulls at the life buried deep inside the brown branches and frozen earth.

When we're in trouble, it's usually a line from a song that saves us. I wish it was sermons, but, I'm sorry, it's not. When you're in crisis, what comes to mind is 'O love that would not let me go.' You know?

What will your children remember? We can change the world inside our own houses. Take the gift of this moment and make something beautiful of it. Few worthwhile experiences just happen; memories are made on purpose.

Choices can change our lives profoundly. The choice to mend a broken relationship, to say "yes" to a difficult assignment, to lay aside some important work to play with a child, to visit some forgotten person - these small choices may affect many lives eternally.

Prayer is sort of like an unlocked door with a giant, red-lettered sign on it that says: "Welcome. Feel Free to Take What You Need." Inside is the storehouse of all that God is. He invites us to share it all. He doesn't intend for us to stay on the outside and struggle all alone with the perplexities of life, and He not only invites us to come in, but to stay in. . . . It is an on-going process, not just an occasional religious-sounding speech we make to a nebulous divinity "out there somewhere." Prayer is meant to be a part of our lives, like breathing and thinking and talking.

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