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“Some birthdays make you happy. Some birthdays bring you down. Some birthdays make you jump for joy While others paint a frown. Regardless of your feelings Or if you’re far or near, The earth was blessed this special day When Heaven placed you here.”

“Magic Words" "Silly words cause trills because they're ludicrous and funny. Happy words paint endless smiles and swallow troubles whole. Thoughtful words are thus because they make the day feel sunny. But hurtful words are such that pierce the heart and weigh the soul.”

“During personal prayers, I humbly talk to my Heavenly Father and express to Him my troubles, my wants, and my wishes. It is in prayer that I acknowledge and thank God for the blessings and tender mercies I receive. This quiet time is when I share the thoughts at the forefront of my mind. Then I listen to hear or feel impressions that come as answers to me. God is all-knowing of the purposes of life's trials. He understands the pain and sadness experienced in mortality. He knows. He cares. God does not take away the tribulations that I face, but He does help me through them so that I grow in experience, understanding, and compassion. So for every new day I face, I pray to God and work to trust His will above my own.”

“Life is a treasure map of challenges that often trip us up. But if we keep moving forward, climbing upward despite the stumbling, we will eventually make the hike to that mountain peak with the beautiful view.”

“Work is part of the equation for learning. Work is part of the equation for growing. Work is part of the equation for maturing. Work is part of the equation for achieving. Work is part of the equation for adjusting. Work is part of the equation for enduring. Work is part of the equation for healing. Work is part of the equation for rejoicing. Work is part of the equation for life.”

“Besides the daydreaming and getting lost in a fun story, my favorite thing about writing is the creation process. I find it both thrilling and addictive. As a writer, I form everything in my head before describing it in words: people, worlds, cultures, music, dialogue, relationships, and so on. The possibilities of creation are limitless for a writer, and that is the allure.”

“I like bubbles in everything. I respect the power of silence. In cold or warm weather I favor a mug of hot cocoa. I admire cats―their autonomy, grace, and mystery. I awe at the fiery colors in a sunset. I believe in deity. I hear most often with my eyes, and I will trust a facial expression before any accompanying comment. I invent rules, words, adventures, and imaginary friends. I pretend something wonderful every day. I will never quit pretending.”

“Gregory?” I called. I couldn’t help myself. It was irrational, but I was scared to see him run from me. He turned my direction, his feet pivoting in the dirt. Warily, I crossed into the light for a moment. “Do you, um…” I inhaled deeply. “Do you think you’ll still want to be my friend tomorrow?” I held my breath and waited for his answer. Although I could feel the sunshine perceptibly tingle every inch of exposed skin, the way Gregory smiled at me produced a swell of warmth unmatchable even for the sun. “I’ll always want to be your friend, Annabelle. Do you want to be mine?” My head nodded like mad, ecstatic, all on its own. I disappeared among the shadows again and watched my new friend until he stepped around the Hopkins’ house. Then I waited until his car drove off -- Gregory and his mother headed for home. I was on a high like no other, but I’d not lost my grasp on reality entirely. I knew that the real test would come Monday. It was one thing to befriend an outcast in the privacy of the woods, but quite another to risk ridicule and reputation when surrounded by peers. This was true even for those with the biggest of hearts, which I now believed Gregory Hill to have.”

“From good examples we learn how to be. From bad examples we learn how not to be. An observant and willing student can learn from any circumstance.”

“Take it one step at a time—inarguably wise advice. And yet we all take a running leap, hoping the wind will catch us on its wings and lift us clear to the top of the beanstalk. Those few Jacks who have reached new heights in this manner inevitably wish they had taken more time to prepare for the overbearing giant who greeted them.”

“Rare and precious moments, how I long to live with you eternally! If only your sweetness never ceased to touch my lips, and the flutters you evoke nevermore faded away. I dream of your arm extended immeasurably to keep hold of my reaching hand. But Father Time, being a cruel master, will not grant such a wish. And so I tuck you away as cherished memories, stored in a treasure box buried in my heart. And in times of solitude, I shall bring you out to view like rainbows.”

“Haiku Christmas Story New light in the sky announces a sacred birth. Shine brightly young star. Hallelujah song carries on a gentle wind, heralding a king. Shepherds lift their heads, not to gaze at a new light but to hear angels. "Unto you is born in the city of David a Savior for all." Born on straw at night under low stable rafters, Baby Jesus cried. Sheep and goats and cows gather 'round a manger bed to awe at a babe. Wise men come to see a child of greater wisdom and honor divine. Rare and precious gifts, gold and myrrh and frankincense, to offer a king. Mary and Joseph huddle snugly together. They cradle God's son. On this wise He came, the Son of God to the earth. A humble wonder.”

“You think I read your thoughts, but it's your eyes that speak to me. When they glisten with moisture, I see a depth of emotion stirring behind them. One tearful glance begs me for a reassuring embrace. When your gaze glazes over like a misty morning, I know I've lost you to personal cares. A sharp, narrow look will keep me at bay while a wink and twinkle and the flirty flutter of your dark eyelashes invite my company. The strength and duration of a stare gives your feelings towards me away. And when those wary eyes dart to avoid my notice, all of your hidden secrets are betrayed.”

“Abandoned. The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting—administered without warning or satisfactory cause. One day the moon is yours, or so you believe. The next, his countenance transforms from Jekyll to Hyde with no intention of ever turning back, and you are left trampled upon in a deserted street, concealed by dirty fog that squelches all illumination or any hope for future rays of light. It is the worst of mysteries why a beast considered noble would forsake his duty, exhibiting a heart of stone. And all who once looked on him, now turn down their eyes and suffer, beguiled. Some poisons have no antidote, but are slow, silent, torturous ends that curl up the broken body swept into a cold, dark corner. There she is left to drown in her tears—a dying heart. Abandoned.”

“A princess once carefully kissed a porcupine to be kind, upon which he began to think himself a prince. He then dressed like a prince, behaved like a prince, and announced himself to be a prince. The world, therefore, saw him as such, and so a porcupine prince he was. (Of course, most were reluctant to argue with him otherwise.)”

“The Lord is my counselor, my consultant, my guide, my advisor, my mentor, my confidant, and my friend. It is through sincere and heartfelt prayers—morning, noon, and night—that we have developed this close relationship.”

“Would you ever decide to do all your exercising just one day out of every week? Would you choose to consume your weekly calorie intake in one sitting? Would you take all your vitamins and medications for the week on one day and restrict your conversations and socializing to that day? Would you determine to do all your laughing, crying, and meditating on one out of every seven days? Would you sleep for 24 to 48 hours consecutively to stay awake for the remainder of the week? Of course not! Certainly our physical, emotional, and mental health require daily efforts. We do not expect healthiness to come from attending to our needs just one day a week. Exercise, nutrition, sleep, relationships, emotional expression, self-monitoring—these require daily attention. So why would you think to keep spiritually healthy by doing all your praying and scripture study only one day out of seven?”