What I Had Thought Of Before As

Sell Not Yourself At Little Price, Being So Precious In God's Eyes.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

There Is Another Language Beyond Language, Another Place Beyond Heaven And Hell. Precious Gems Come From Another Mine, The Heart Draws Light From Another Source.

Grace Comes To Forgive And Then Forgive Again.

God Does Not Look At Your Outer Forms, But At The Love Within Your Love.