We Are Chained To That Which We

We Love Those Whom We Serve (p. 26)

Sometimes, When Tragedy Strikes, People Give Up Hope That They Can Expect Anything More From Life, When The Real Quest Is Finding Out What Life Expects From Them.

As We Walk Our Individual Life Journeys, We Pick Up Resentments And Hurts, Which Attach Themselves To Our Souls Like Burrs Clinging To A Hiker's Socks. These Stowaways May Seem Insignificant At First, But, Over Time, If We Do Not Occasionally Stop And Shake Them Free, The Accumulation Becomes A Burden To Our Souls.

Can You Ever Forgive Me? I Already Have. How Could You? I Don't Deserve It. That's What Makes It Love.

The Smells Of Christmas Are The Smells Of Childhood [p. 53]