We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls. – Mother Teresa
Let’s face it… I have more of a chance of getting hit by a bolt of lightning while tap dancing on the barn roof, than I do of keeping any New Year’s resolutions. So this year, I’m going to be practical and set the bar low for myself and my family…real, real low. 2018 FAMILY…
May you never be too old to wander the forest in search of mystery
And into the forest I go
to lose my mind and find my soul
Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it
– Roald Dahl
And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
For ’tis green, green, green, where the ruined towers are gray, And it’s green, green, green, all the happy night and day; Green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy on the wall, And the blessed Irish shamrock with the fairest green of all. ~Mary Elizabeth Blake
Branches on the evergreens, are dressed in snowy white, as soft the moonlight sparkles, on this blanket of the night. Delicate, untouched and pure, is found the ground below, as gentle moonbeams glimmer, on the freshly fallen snow. -Pamela Joyce Randolph
May you never be too grown-up to search the skies on Christmas Eve
As the sun wanes and the leaves slowly change, you can still find the beauty of summer tucked into the woods, if you just look closely.
When you come to the edge of all the light you have known and are about to step out into the darkness, faith is knowing one of two things will happen… there will be something to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.
When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing Praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the world Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung…
I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go.
– Abraham Lincoln
A white marble headstone, in the Netherlands American Cemetery, marks the grave of a man who gave his life for his country during WWII. He was killed on February 23, 1945 during the battle of the Roer River. He was just 22 years old. His ultimate sacrifice will not be forgotten. Our flag does…