Peggy Toney Horton

What is writing, after all, except fumbling in darkness endeavoring to light a candle?

God always provides a pleasant memory to help ease the pain of a bad experience.

I long for a place that exists only in my memory __ cheery spot where my heart is happy and myspirit is free.

I love the night! It's not uncommon for me to see the light of a new day before closing my eyes on the old one.

Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.

As the year comes to a close, it is a time for reflection _ a time to release old thoughts and beliefs and forgive old hurts. Whatever has happened in the past year, the New Year brings fresh beginnings. Exciting new experiences and relationships await. Let us be thankful for the blessings of the past and the promise of the future.

As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my destiny.

Writing unlocks the heart, mind and soul that we may be receptive to God's blessings.

Surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Laughter is to the soul what sunshine is to a flower.

The human spirit is a magnificent entity. Just when we think we can stand no more, something significant touches our soul... and life goes on.

I have learned that I must push the pause button occasionally and retreat into that private place in my soul where it is only me and God!

Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I shall recall the memory of warm, sunny, late summer afternoons like this one, and be comforted greatly.

Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like an leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.

The mind can't delete what the heart won't let go of.

Remember sixteen _ when all the world was new and a lifetime stretched before you like fresh snow just waiting for your footprints?

Remember sixteen - when all the world was new and your life stretched out before you like fresh snow waiting for your footprints?

Remember sixteen - when all the world was new and your life stretched before you like fresh snow waiting for your footprints.

Life is like music on a scale, moving up and down. When your life is over, you have written your song.