I could not stop the squeal of delight that escaped my soul. I adore daffodils.  I stood perfectly still for the longest time, staring at...

That sound stopped me dead.  It snatched all my thoughts and focused them in one single direction.

A beautiful mess?  That is an oxymoron of my hyper organized personality. My brain wants to believe messes mean one thing. .

If you want the truth, they will tell you the truth.  Now, do not be misled. Truth is not a synonym for their personal opinions. 

This Christmas sucks for her.  Never one to care much in the first place, she thought it would be no big deal. However, broken hearts demand

The black sheep may feel unworthy, but there is one who seeks and will find him, bring him home and give him what he has always wanted.

How do we get through the fields and the forests of our problems? Journey together. That is how.

To know how to be a man, one must know a man. Papa Ron will help you find yourself and your value. He will show you what you can be made of.

Anger when we are hurt is a normal reaction. Long standing mad, though, ends up hurting us more than our offenders.

Wild Hope may not be reasonable, but when it is realized the result is worth the risk. Come, we will take you to the Hope giver.

She was trying to be brave. It was important to her that I believe she really did not care about what he did to her.