Walking on Water

It's our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we're nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it's worth it.

Sometimes life is like that...Things that seem bad at the time are really blessings.

Soon I will sleep. What shall I dream of, my love? I will dream of you, of course. And I will dream for a place for us to be, a sanctuary where hearts will never break again. This is my dream, my heart. Never forget that there is no end to us, as there can be no end to love. Love must last forever, or why else would there be love? Until then, I will dream.

It's good to take counsel from the past but not to be ruled by it. Otherwise we end up using today to fight yesterday's battles and miss tomorrow's promis.

The past makes a good bishop but a poor king....it's good to take counsel from the past but not to be ruled by it. Otherwise we end up using today to fight yesterday's battles and miss tomorrow's promise.

Some people spend so much time hunting treasure that they fail to see it all around them. It's like sifting through gold to find the silt.

In the end, it is not by knowledge that we make our journeys but by hope and faith: hope that our walk will be worthy of our steps and faith that we are going somewhere. And only when we come to the end of our journeys do we truly understand that every step of the way we were walking on water.

...when faced with overwhelming loss and stress, a man must choose to live and find his own way through his broken heart.

if you take away everything a man lives for, then what does he live for?

I see people getting so caught up in celebrating diversity that they are neglecting their commonality.

The past makes a good bishop but a poor king.” “What does that mean?” I said. “It means that it’s good to take counsel from the past but not to be ruled by it. Otherwise we end up using today to fight yesterday’s battles and miss tomorrow’s promise.

Sometimes our arms are so full with the burdens we carry that it hinders our view of the load those around us are staggering beneath. Alan Christoffersen’s diary

suppose we as children are selfish by nature, judging our parents in the context not of their worlds and challenges but of our worlds and how they meet our needs. Even as we mature we rarely think of them as having been young like us.

To deny our pasts is to burn the bridge we must cross to self-understanding. Alan Christoffersen’s diary

I may be wrong, but it seems that there may be some unraveling of the American tapestry. I see people getting so caught up in celebrating diversity that they are neglecting their commonality. I don’t see this as a good thing”.