“I sometimes forget that life is fragile. The fact that I have more time to dream my dreams and take my ease is no reason at all to disregard the moment I'm in by preferring to be somewhere else. I have to remind myself that wherever I am. . . fast lane or slow lane, in traffic or out of traffic, racing or resting . . . God is there. He is in me, abiding in me, thus making it possible for me to be all there, myself.” SometimesReasonMomentsGodFactsDreamLife IsForgetEaseNo ReasonMore TimeRacingFragileTrafficSomewhere ElseAbidingLanesDisregardGod Is ThereFast LaneLife Is Fragile Author:Luci Swindoll
“The most interesting people I know drink in life and savor every drop-the sweet and the sour. The good and the bad. The planned and the unplanned... Right in the midst of what seems to me to be a detour from the map, I'm often gifted with something precious and unforgettable. Capturing the moment is a choice, a way of life. It requires us to wake up, live life, and be present-here, there and everywhere. Sometimes that's scary; sometimes it's exhilarating. Always, it's an adventure I keep learning to welcome with a full and grateful heart.” PeopleKnowsWayHeartSometimesMomentsSeemsChoicesInterestingAdventureSweetGratitudeDrinkWake UpGratefulScaryWelcomeLive LifeMidstMapsGiftedMost InterestingSourExhilaratingUnforgettableDetoursKeep LearningGrateful Heart Author:Luci Swindoll
“I have consciously sought after those things which make for value, order, richness, spirit and wonder, even though I am often unable to verbalize what I feel when I perceive something beautiful. Sometimes it's a pang or a sensation; at other times it is an awareness of joy and security or pure pleasure. In any event, it is a moment to be celebrated. Beauty justifies itself. The fact that it is beyond definition means nothing.” FeelsMeanSometimesMomentsFactsBeautifulJoySpiritValuesOrderPleasureWonderBeautyAwarenessSecurityEventsPureDefinitionsPerceiveJustifySensationsRichnessSomething Beautiful Author:Luci Swindoll
“When a sudden ray of sun or a moonbeam falls on a dreary street, it makes no difference what it illumines-a broken bottle on the ground, a fading flower in a field, or the flaxen blonde hair of a child's head. The object is transformed and the viewer is transfixed. Celebrate that moment of beauty and take it with you in your memory. It is God's gift to you.” ChildrenMomentsFallDifferencesMemoriesBeautySunStreetsFieldsObjectsFlowerHairBrokenCelebrateThat MomentBottlesRaysTransformedViewersOur MemoriesBlondeFadingDrearyBlonde HairMoonbeams Author:Luci Swindoll
