“The stronger the winds, the deeper the roots, and the longer the winds, the more beautiful the tree.”

We aren’t just thrown on this earth like dice tossed across a table. We are lovingly placed here for a purpose

The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.

Patience is a bitter plant that produces sweet fruit.

Laughter is the most beautiful and beneficial therapy God ever granted humanity.

We continually encounter hardships. People disappoint us. We disappoint ourselves. But God is constant and compassionate. We are not alone. He cares. Against all reason, the transcendent God loves us so much that He has committed Himself to us.

Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.

On tough days, you gotta have heart. Don’t quit, whatever you do. Persevere.

Encourage one another. Many times a word of praise or thanks or appreciation or cheer has kept people on their feet.

Anything under God’s control is never out of control.

Refuse to let your situation determine your attitude.

Authentic men aren’t afraid to show affection, release their feelings, hug their children, cry when they’re sad, admit it when they’re wrong, and ask for help when they need it.

Faith is like lighting the torch that passes from one person to the next. You can’t light the torch of another if yours isn’t burning.

It’s not enough merely to believe there is a God. You must believe in the God who is there.

God never asked us to meet life’s pressures and demands on our own terms or by relying upon our own strength. Nor did He demands that we win His favor by assembling an impressive portfolio of good deeds. Instead, He invites us to enter His rest.

Today is unique! It has never occurred and it will never be repeated. At midnight it will end, quietly, suddenly, totally. Forever. But the hours between now and then are opportunities with eternal possibilities.

Allow me to offer a simple definition of wisdom. Wisdom is looking at life from God’s point of view.

You are the most beautiful thing in my world.

Wilderness is harder and harder to find these days on this beautiful planet, and we’re abusing our planet to the point of almost no return.

I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.

It seems to me a cruelty beauty and tragedies are lovers.

Forbearance in the face of fate, beauty constant under torture, are not merely passive. They are a positive achievement, an explicit triumph.

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous – to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.

Everyone deserves to feel good about themselves, and if you don’t then start because everyone is beautiful.

Your lies were so beautiful that I miss them more than you.