Statistics, likelihoods, and probabilities mean everything to men, nothing to God.
If I must start somewhere, right here and now is the best place imaginable.
Kind words are salve to a cankered soul; spread generously.
Let the giggles fill your mouth because nothing tastes as sweet as laughter.
Easter is…Joining in a birdsong,Eying an early sunrise,Smelling yellow daffodils,Unbolting windows and doors,Skipping through meadows,Cuddling newborns,Hoping, believing,Reviving spent life,Inhaling fresh air,Sprinkling seeds along furrows,Tracking in the mud.Easter is the soul’s first taste of spring.
A guilty conscience pushed me to try harder—which I did for what seemed like a tremendous amount of wasted time, staring bug-eyed at uncooperative pencils. What was missing? The answer seemed obvious—intense emotional incentive. But...