hopeful

I think it's incomparably sweet when someone writes something for you.. even if it doesn't rhyme or even if it isn't very amorous.. even two lines of hatred written for you acknowledges the fact that someone spent a little of his time thinking about you.

It is not as much about who you used to be, as it is about who you choose to be.

Hope: Hold on, persistence effort!

We cannot save ourselves. It is only Jesus Christ, who can set us free.

I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.

Life is unpredictable.But do not allow the difficulties of day-to-day to deprive you of your confidence and hope. Never allow life's disappointments to get you down. Get up any time you fall.

Music is a great healer.

God cares. He will supply all your needs.

If you bow your knees more often in prayer, you will feel the presence of God.

Hope floats but effort propels.

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

No one understands the lines you are writing, and after 25 years you are the only one that speakes that languge .

If you're struggling today, remember that life is worth living and believe that the best is yet to come. Remember that you are loved, you matter, and never forget that there is always hope.

Today if anything is trying to hold you back, give no attention to it. Get your hopes up, get your faith up, look up, and get ready to rise up.

No one ever seems to wonder what happens if it turns out we hate living on a planet? What if the sky__ too big? What if the air stinks? What if we go hungry?___nd what if the air tastes of honey? What if there__ so much food we all get too fat? What if the sky is so beautiful we don__ get any work done because we__e all looking at it too much?

I know for a fact that no matter where I go, the memory and the suffering of not being with you will cripple me. I will go to work, fire up my PC, only to check if you're online. I will hover the pointer to your name, it will pop your contact details--just the contact details, no photo, no one-liners, no sign of what we used to have--but I shall linger and stare at it for hours. I will attempt to start a chat, but will close it without even a word to type. I will try to divert my thoughts back to work. But will fail. I will always go back to you. One hour to another, it's 5 PM. I pack my things, unproductive for the day and smile. I'm doing that again tomorrow and the next.

Be grateful for the blessing of the moments.

In your darkest times, never be afraid. The Lord's presence is always with you.