God And Mother, Partners In Creation, In

As You Walk Through Life, Always Walk Toward The Light, And The Shadows Of Life Will Fall Behind You.

We Forget How The Greeks And Romans Prevailed Magnificently In A Barbaric World And How That Triumph Ended-how A Slackness And Softness Finally Overcame Them To Their Ruin. In The End, More Than They Wanted Freedom, They Wanted Security And A Comfortable Life; And They Lost All-comfort And Security And Freedom.

The Hand Of A Bride Becomes The Hand Of A Mother. Ever So Gently She Cares For Her Precious Child. Bathing, Dressing, Feeding, Comforting-there Is No Hand Like Mother's. Nor Does Its Tender Care Diminish Through The Years.

Your Mind Is A Cupboard And You Stock The Shelves.

The Way To Be With God In Every Season Is To Strive To Be Near Him Every Week And Each Day.