In the Light of the Garden

As long as there was hope, there was promise. And promise was enough to light all the stars in the sky.

And hope was the light of the world, where no darkness could penetrate.

Some moments were golden; they were designed and orchestrated by an invisible hand, and they were meant to be more than moments. They were meant to be memories.

folks should always have a little too much, rather than not quite enough.

Some moments were golden; they were designed and orchestrated by an invisible hand, and they were meant to be more than moments. They were meant to be memories. “You’ll

Sometimes it’s in the most unsettling moments that the mind has the clearest thoughts.

She was only good at repairing what was broken and never creating something beautiful herself.

Forgiveness is rarely deserved. That’s what makes it such a gift.

He was filled with questions but figured he’d exhausted her conversation quota already. Some people, he could just tell about them. She was one of those. Quiet, watchful some moments, completely oblivious at others.

hated the looks of first horror, then pity at the mention of his lost family.

shoes. Shoes were life. They represented the journey, the travels, the destinations of their owners. They stretched to fit their master. They conformed to that person’s shape. They carried the dust from where one had gone and pointed in the direction of the future. Shoes were life. And there was nothing sadder than a pair of shoes that would never be used by their owner again.

But there was nothing white about a white lie. They were black as soot and empty as an unused grave.

Charity had discovered that life was filled with important moments. They were brightly colored confetti strewn on a landscape of gray. Each one, its own miracle. Sometimes, those moments passed quietly. But a few—a glorious few—were recognized immediately for their inexplicable but undeniable significance. They were bombs of promise.

That’s the thing about when our past catches up to us. We don’t get to choose what stays behind and what follows us.

And in its shade our woes will fall Pain and suffering, sorrow and all They’ll fall like glistening diamond drops You see, the tree, our pain, it stops.

I suppose there’s no better place to be than an island in southern Florida. Sand, sunsets . . . in fact, I was telling Louise earlier just how blessed we all were to be here. To have one another. We might not be blood, but we’re kin, just the same.” Charity gave him an appreciative smile. With great effort, Daisy looked up slowly and met his eyes. He winked and pointed a crooked finger at her. “Family, girlie, is the people who stick by you. Thick or thin. And real family, well, nothing can keep them from you. Not even a hurricane.” He tipped his fishing hat and started back toward the house, then

Charity had discovered that life was filled with important moments. They were brightly colored confetti strewn on a landscape of gray. Each one, its own miracle. Sometimes, those moments passed quietly. But a few—a glorious few—were recognized immediately for their inexplicable but undeniable significance.