Thursday, December 16, 2010
Sometimes I go about pitying myself
And all the while
I am being carried across the sky
By beautiful clouds.
Ojibway Indian Expression
Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.
If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.
I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Matthew 17:20
What oxygen is to the lungs, such is hope to the meaning of life.