The First Step On The Way To

When People Come Up And Give Me A Compliment... I Take Each Remark As If It Were A Flower. At The End Of The Day I Lift Up The Bouquet Of Flowers I Have Gathered Throughout The Day And Say, 'here You Are, Lord, It Is All Yours.'

The Measure Of A Life, After All, Is Not Its Duration, But Its Donation.

Only To Those Who Have Been In Prison Does Freedom Have Such Great Meaning.

Even As The Angry Vengeful Thoughts Boiled Through Me, I Saw The Sin Of Them. Jesus Christ Had Died For This Man; Was I Going To Ask For More? Lord Jesus, I Prayed, Forgive Me And Help Me To Forgive Him....jesus, I Cannot Forgive Him. Give Me Your Forgiveness....and So I Discovered That It Is Not On Our Forgiveness Any More Than On Our Goodness That The World's Healing Hinges, But On His. When He Tells Us To Love Our Enemies, He Gives Along With The Command, The Love Itself.

Do You Know What Hurts So Very Much? It's Love. Love Is The Strongest Force In The World, And When It Is Blocked That Means Pain. There Are Two Things We Can Do When This Happens. We Can Kill That Love So That It Stops Hurting. But Then Of Course Part Of Us Dies, Too. Or We Can Ask God To Open Up Another Route For That Love To Travel.