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“It’s called LIFE and it happens to all of us.”
Les Brown

Life happens, and by the Grace of God, we keep happening through it.
Iyanla VanZant

I do not at all understand the mystery of Grace – only that it meets us where we are,
but does not leave us where it found us.
Anne Lamott 

His love has no limits; His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.
Annie Johnson Flint

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as long as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no steps had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a woods, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. ~ Robert Frost

On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
“Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?”I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.” ~  John Milton

The Inner Garden

There is an inner garden
Unseen but not unknown
Watered with our worship
Our God calls it His home
He longs for us to meet Him
There in prayer each day
In stillness and in silence
To listen to His ways
He waits for us each morning
Inviting us to bring
Our wonders and our worries,
Every little thing
He takes our needs in hand
And as we linger there
We start to see that He
Is greater than our cares
Tended, gardens grow
Neglected, gardens fail
With time, faith will flourish
With absence, love grows pale
So cultivate this garden
Rest with God alone
Come near and hear His heartbeat
His Presence is our home. ~ Alicia Britt Chole

Live Each Day to the Fullest

Live each day to the fullest
Get the most from each hour, each day, and each age of your life
Then you can look forward with confidence and back without regret
Be yourself, but be your best self
Dare to be different and to follow your own star
And don’t be afraid to be happy
Enjoy what is beautiful
Love with all of your heart and soul
Believe that those you love, love you
Forget what you have done for your friends
and remember what they have done for you
Disregard what the world owes you and
concentrate on what you owe the world
When you are faced with a decision, make the decision
as wisely as possible–then forget it
The moment of absolute certainty never arrives
Blessed is the generation in which the old listen to the young
And double-blessed is the generation in which the young listen to the old. ~  The Talmud

A Tale of Two Cities (Introduction)

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way-
in short, the period was so far like the present period,
that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received,
for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ~ Charles Dickens