God is the end. I look into the myriad multitudes of the stars that shine like radiant beams of florid hopefulness, pinholes into heaven itself, and see that as God is my origin and the meaning to each day and each moment, so God will be my ending. I do not need to describe it or explain it, and even if I did it cannot be so reduced. But I do believe it. It is my pulse. It is simply this: my life is an offering of praise to the wonderful God who made life possible.
Hope is a helium balloon. It is a wish lantern set out into the dark sky of night.
Only you can decide the person you want to be.
There is always light in the midst of darkness, even if it is only a pinpoint int he distance.
Trade in our cynical hopelessness for cynical hopefulness. If we must be cynical, choose hopeful over hopeless.
Spending time with God will fill vacant places in our lives.
A person can suffer from a lack of dreams.
The first World War had finally come to a close and it all seemed like springtime. I've learned since that it is in those moments, when one is lulled into hopefulness, that the sword drops onto one's head.
Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don't just give up.
