Who cares about the clouds when we’re together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.
It’s the way you ride the trail that counts.
Every day we live is a priceless gift of God, loaded with possibilities to learn something new, to gain fresh insights.
Life is not over because you have diabetes. Make the most of what you have, be grateful.
Much of the beauty of Christmas lies in its challenge to look further, deeper, until we find its secret in the heart of God. But we never find that unless we look beyond the presents under the tree.
Time and experience have taught me a priceless lesson: Any child you take for your own becomes your own if you give of yourself to that child. I have born two children and had seven others by adoption, and they are all my children, equally beloved and precious.
Prayer! I couldn’t live without it; I would have died a thousand times if it had not been for my chance to talk it over with God, and gain strength in it from him.
I lay in the bed at the hospital and said, ‘let’s see what I have left.’ And I could see, I could speak, I could think, I could read. I simply tabulated my blessings, and that gave me a start.
If we never had any storms, we couldn’t appreciate the sunshine.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.