I've Often Hesitated In Beginning A Project

In The External Scheme Of Things, Shining Moments Are As Brief As The Twinkling Of An Eye, Yet Such Twinklings Are What Eternity Is Made Of — Moments When We Human Beings Can Say, “i Love You” ... “i'm Proud Of You” ... “i Forgive You” ... “i'm Grateful For You” ... “whether You Win Anything Or Not, You Still Have Great Value.” That's What Eternity Is Made Of: Invisible, Imperishable Good Stuff.

The Greatest Gift That You Can Give Another Person Is To Gracefully Receive Whatever It Is That They Want To Give Us.

If The Grain Of Wheat Could Know Fear, It Would Be Paralyzed With Anxiety At The Thought Of Being Dropped In The Ground, Covered Over, Put Out Of Sight, Doomed To Inactivity, Yet What A Glorious Harvest Awaits It!

Part Of The Problem With The Word 'disabilities' Is That It Immediately Suggests An Inability To See Or Hear Or Walk Or Do Other Things That Many Of Us Take For Granted. But What Of People Who Can't Feel? Or Talk About Their Feelings? Or Manage Their Feelings In Constructive Ways? What Of People Who Aren't Able To Form Close And Strong Relationships? And People Who Cannot Find Fulfillment In Their Lives, Or Those Who Have Lost Hope, Who Live In Disappointment And Bitterness And Find In Life No Joy, No Love? These, It Seems To Me, Are The Real Disabilities.

I Don't Believe That Children Can Develop In A Healthy Way Unless They Feel That They Have Value Apart From Anything They Own Or Any Skill That They Learn. They Need To Feel They Enhance The Life Of Someone Else, That They Are Needed. Who, Better Than Parents, Can Let Them Know That?