As the last curtain falls on a spent year, a new year pirouettes to center stage with the elegance and charm of a prima ballerina – and delivers the promise of peace, hope, love and joy.
The mind can’t delete what the heart won’t let go of.
Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like an leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.
Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I shall recall the memory of warm, sunny, late summer afternoons like this one, and be comforted greatly.
I have learned that I must push the pause button occasionally and retreat into that private place in my soul where it is only me and God!
Surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Laughter is to the soul what sunshine is to a flower.
The human spirit is a magnificent entity. Just when we think we can stand no more, something significant touches our soul… and life goes on.
Writing unlocks the heart, mind and soul that we may be receptive to God’s blessings.
As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my destiny.
Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.
I love the night! It’s not uncommon for me to see the light of a new day before closing my eyes on the old one.
I long for a place that exists only in my memory –a cheery spot where my heart is happy and myspirit is free.
God always provides a pleasant memory to help ease the pain of a bad experience.
What is writing, after all, except fumbling in darkness endeavoring to light a candle?
Your mission in life is to determine what You believe—not to accept what someone else tells you to believe.
Your mission in life is to determine what you believe–not to accept what someone else tells you to believe.
My heart swells with emotion each time I recall the sweetness of my youth!
At Christmastime, whenever I feel overwhelmed and a little out of sorts, all I have to do is think of my father and the things he’d be doing if he were here – and I smile.
Even in death, my mother smiled—and she had every reason to do so, for I had become precisely what she hoped I would—her mirror image.
When we are very young, our parents inadvertently program us to be what we eventually become. ~ Peggy Toney Horton
When we are very young, our parents inadvertently program us to be what we eventually become.
What could be more exciting than an October day? It’s your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.
Like a dying ember, the child in us can flare up again when we least expect it..
Each New Year, we have before us a brand new book containing 365 blank pages. Let us fill them with all the forgotten things from last year—the words we forgot to say, the love we forgot to show, and the charity we forgot to offer.
Life is like music on a scale, shifting up and down. When your life is over, your song has been written.
Life is like music on a scale, moving up and down. When your life is over, you have written your song.
Remember sixteen – when all the world was new and a lifetime stretched before you like fresh snow just waiting for your footprints?
Remember sixteen – when all the world was new and your life stretched out before you like fresh snow waiting for your footprints?
Remember sixteen – when all the world was new and your life stretched before you like fresh snow waiting for your footprints.