The Child Is In Me Still And

I Like To Compare The Holiday Season With The Way A Child Listens To A Favorite Story. The Pleasure Is In The Familiar Way The Story Begins, The Anticipation Of Familiar Turns It Takes, The Familiar Moments Of Suspense, And The Familiar Climax And Ending.

In The External Scheme Of Things, Shining Moments Are As Brief As The Twinkling Of An Eye, Yet Such Twinklings Are What Eternity Is Made Of — Moments When We Human Beings Can Say, “i Love You” ... “i'm Proud Of You” ... “i Forgive You” ... “i'm Grateful For You” ... “whether You Win Anything Or Not, You Still Have Great Value.” That's What Eternity Is Made Of: Invisible, Imperishable Good Stuff.

Anything Mentionable Is Manageable.

The Real Issue In Life Is Not How Many Blessings We Have, But What We Do With Our Blessings. Some People Have Many Blessings And Hoard Them. Some Have Few And Give Everything Away.

I Like You Just The Way You Are.