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“My favorite words in the world are these: “what” and “if” in conjunction. They question curiosities in simple form and function. “What” is a query of broadest scope. “If" is wonder that fuels all hope. Together they lasso the mind like rope, and spur the wildest deductions!”

“Despair is not for the living but for those unable to rise and continue; they are the only souls with a right to it. It is an end where breath and strength and will have vanished, leaving no way to persevere. To sink into the abyss that is despair is to suffer an existence far worse than death; therefore, cling to its enemy, our ally—hope. For life goes on, and we must not live in despair. We must not.”

“A Wish on the Sun" "I see the world beyond a tiny window that allows a glimpse of Heaven into my life. Those who dwell in that enviable light cannot hear me through the glass that muffles my cries. They do not appear to see my face pressed against this barrier. I watch them live, carefree and smiling. Even when our eyes lock—mine wide and weary—theirs squint beyond notice of me. They can't peer past the glass, the sunlight glaring off its surface. They don't see me. They won't see me. I make a wish on the sun, staring into its fiery brightness, imagining it blinding me to the beauty beyond my reach. Would my hell feel so awful then? The sun, this nearest star, absorbs my deepest wish for the thousandth time. 'Save me! Hold my hand! Pretend to care!' The light is blocked by a figure stepping past my window, and I feel the universe turn its cold shoulder on me. Despair smothers the hope that made my lips move in utterance of a desperate wish. It ebbs and weakens, but it does not die. The flicker of an ember remains, enough to ignite hope again—another time. All storms eventually cease, do they not? Once more, I press my face against the glass to view a glimpse of Heaven lived by the undeserving. I savor the sunlight, the only thing powerful enough to penetrate the window that bars me in hell. The warm rays touch me. I imagine God's fingers caressing my face—and the dying ember of hope suddenly inflames.”

“Pray each morning and each night. Talk to God and be polite. Tell Him what you're grateful for. Leave your troubles at His door. Share your wishes, needs, and hopes. Ask God how to bravely cope. Tell Him all you learned today. Say the things you need to say. Beg forgiveness for your sins. Pray to live with Him again. Speak with earnest heart and soul. He will listen. This I know. For prayer is hope put to the test. And hope is faith in what is best. Faith is power to do great things. Thus, prayer is faith's enabling wings.”

“One day she woke up hating life, how dismal and anxious and unhappy the many long years had been. In that awful moment, a choice was made. Not to give up, no, never would she give away whatever small portion of power God had granted her. Instead, she reached deep down inside herself and gathered enough magic to paint a huge smile on the world. It was a bold and daring use of her powers. She has refused to see anything else ever since.”

“I realized at that moment - observing his form move further away without once turning back - that I’d already begun to rebuild the imaginary wall between us. I was shielding my heart with stone cold feelings again, the only way I knew to protect it. I still planned to try my hand at prayer. If God would grant me this one request, if I could keep my only friend, I would give anything in return, even the treasured books trapped beneath my arm. I’d tasted enough of a dismal life to know that a real, true friend was of greater worth than the collection of every imagined fairy tale in the world.”

“Death concludes a mortal life, but it does not end an eternal relationship. Those whom we love and those who love us in return—they never go away. They are unseen but perceived by the spirit. They are unobserved but concerned with our success in this life. They stand beside us, cheering us on every day, extending everlasting love.”

“Weakness drives us to set goals, to try harder, to put forth more effort, to dream and wish and hope, to reach out further and down deeper, to pray earnestly, to cry mightily, to understand and empathize with valid sincerity. In truth, weakness is a catalyst for greater strength.”

“Life has moments that feel as if the sun has blackened to tar and the entire world turned to ice.  It feels as if Hades and his vile demons have risen from the depths of Tartarus solely for the purpose of banding to personally torture you, and that their genuine intent of mental, emotional, and spiritual anguish is tearing you to shreds.  Your heart weighs as heavily as leaden legs which you would drag yourself forward with if not for the quicksand that pulls you down inch by inch, paralyzing your will and threatening oblivion.  And all the while fire and brimstone pour from the sky, pelting only you. Truly, that is what it feels like. But that feeling is a trial that won't last forever.  Never give up.”

“I made a sorry face in response to such strong insistence, but I couldn’t believe him. Fantasies were exactly that―fantasies. Whimsy. Wishes. Mere castles in the sky without foundation or substance. Dreams didn’t come true. To believe so would be to believe falsely, to surrender to madness, to give in to an unreliable hope that would crush me once again as it always, always did!”

“Past and Present I know well; each is a friend and sometimes an enemy to me. But it is the quiet, beckoning Future, an absolute stranger, with whom I have fallen madly in love.”

“Slipping off the mattress and onto my knees, I clasped both hands together and bowed my head. With eyelids squeezed tightly shut, I whispered in the darkness, not wanting my mother to overhear. My lips barely moved, offering up a simple prayer. I hoped God would take a moment and listen to these softly spoken words. With complete sincerity I begged the Lord… "Dear God, please hear my prayer. I’m sorry I can’t talk louder, but Mama might overhear and worry. I’ve been told that you do answer prayers, and I believe it’s true. So please, just this one time, will you hear me?”

“Prayer is a personal and intimate conversation between you and God. It is a time to share your biggest dreams and deepest fears. It is a time to tell God of your humble needs as well as every heartfelt desire. It is when to express great hopes and sincere gratitude. Many times, during moments of stillness and contemplation in prayer, it is when inspiration, promptings, and insight come to your heart and mind as answers and guidance from a loving Heavenly Father.”

“So many times I have prayed to God in my darkest, painful moments and felt entirely alone. As I agonized, earnestly pleading on my knees, I did not feel God’s presence despite desperately wanting to. I ached to know I was not alone, to know my prayers were being heard. But as a new day dawned, I remained sad and uncertain, and I continued on with my life. Many days followed, and as they did, I started to notice things. Small, tender mercies. People crossed my path who spoke words I needed to hear. Small and simple incidents produced profound insights specific to my problems. Blessings came in ways I never previously considered. Miracles too were granted, though I did not recognize them as such until looking back. I realized, bit by bit, that my prayers were answered. I have learned that God is there—listening, caring, and preparing ways for us to work through trials successfully. God’s work is not to remove every suffering or to make life painless. He does not fix everything in the instant we plead for relief, but instead, God allows hardships to continue so we might grow in experience, strength, and empathy. God wants us to overcome trials so we might gain the rewards of doing so. Earth was created for us for this very reason. We are shaped and refined by the experiences of mortal life, both the good and the bad. God is aware of this. Even during the times we feel alone, God is there. He is always cheering us on, encouraging our progress, even weeping right beside us in darker hours, hoping we keep trying.”

“I think prayer is a very good practice, Miss Annabelle. It’s something I do daily—a perfect way to share with God our feelings and wishes and heartfelt gratitude." I was relieved that he approved of my plan. His finger rose and rested against the tip of his nose portending additional thoughts on the subject. "I do want you to consider one thing, however. When you offer this prayer of yours, keep in mind that God, the creator of all things including us, has a much grander perspective than the tiny, often self-centered viewpoint we possess here on this Earth. Having His home in the heavens and His all-knowing eye looking down upon us, He perceives things far beyond what we can possibly see. What we assume is a grave disappointment or a terrible tragedy often proves to be a stepping stone to something greater—a necessary moment of sufferable experience in God’s plan for us.”

“God is your Heavenly Father, the father of your spirit. How can you not be important to Him? How can you not have amazing potential with a lineage like that? Don’t give up, have hope. Believe in who you are: a child of a living God.”

“I hoped for a rose and got lilies. I hoped for the sun and got rain. I hoped for a cat and got puppies. I hoped for Brazil and got Spain. I hoped for a raise and got transferred. I hoped for northwest and got south. I hoped for ice cream and got yogurt. I hoped for a kiss on the mouth. I hoped for more time and got late fees. I hoped for a cruise, got a flight. I hoped for Poseidon, got Hades. I hoped for long days over nights. You may wonder why I keep hoping, As fruitless as it seems to be. But hope is a bow, not an arrow. Its release depends much upon me.”

“Sometimes you have to look at the sunny side of the problem. Though, you might ask, is there always a sunny side? Maybe not. Or maybe it just reveals itself a little further down the road when our perspective broadens enough to see the whole picture.”

“The difference between hope and no hope is the difference between light and no light. It is the difference between dreams and no dreams, ambition and no ambition, joy and no joy, peace and no peace, tomorrow and no tomorrow.”

“Do not lose hope, even when the end is in sight. Hope beyond it. Hope past the presumed end because hope is an extraordinary end-changer. If it’s not over yet, it’s not over. Never abandon hope.”

“To motivate or inspire a soul requires hope. To lift a weary body up off the floor requires hope. To push an individual to greatness requires hope. To ask for something requires hope that it might be received. To attempt anything requires hope that it can be accomplished. To wake up requires hope, and to lie down at night requires hope that in the morning, eyes will again open wide. Hope is what makes us move. It is what drives our steps, our efforts, our prayers, and our dreams. Hope is the fuel that ignites our inner fires. Without hope, humanity would grow cold and die.”

“On an overcast day, I look out of the window from my office and see gray clouds slowly meandering overhead. There was a time when the rain and cloud cover weighed heavily on my emotions as if they were gloom in its natural form, crying and raging with thunderous outbursts. But now those rainclouds appear differently to me, more like a soft, temperate, protective cover that makes me want to curl up with a book and relax. Funny how our outlook changes over time. If it seems like circumstances will always be as they are, it is an illusion. As sure as the weather and nature and aging, you can count on life changing both you and your situation. How awful stagnancy would be if this were not true.”