We Can Only Lose What We Have

We Love Those Whom We Serve (p. 26)

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.

There Are People I've Yet To Meet Who Are Waiting For My Path To Intersect With Theirs, So They Can Complete Their Own Journeys. I Don't Know Who Or Where They Are, But I Know For Certain That They Are Waiting.

Love Is Never Convenient-and Rarely Painless

Those Willing To Trade Freedom For Certainty Are Certain To Find The Cure Worse Than The Ailment.