Those With The Softest Hearts Build The

I Am A Believer In Angels, Though Not The Picture-book Kind With Wings And Harps. Such Angelic Accoutrements Seem As Nonsensical To Me As Devils Sporting Horns And Carrying Pitchforks. To Me, Angel Wings Are Merely Symbolic Of Their Role As Divine Messengers.

I Have Come To Believe That We Do Not Walk Alone In This Life. There Are Others, Fellow Sojourners, Whose Journeys Are Interwoven With Ours In Seemingly Random Patterns, Yet, In The End, Have Been Carefully Placed To Reveal A Remarkable Tapestry. I Believe God Is The Weaver At That Loom.

We Spend Our Life Building Higher Fences And Stronger Locks, When The Gravest Dangers Are Already Inside

Could It Be That To Truly Love A Thing Is Not To Desire It, But To Desire Happiness For It?

I Don't Think It Is As Much A Human Foible As It Is A Human Curse That We Cannot Understand The Beauty Of A Thing Until It Is Gone.