“If any has stumbled in his journey, there is a way back. The process is called repentance. Our Savior died to provide you and me that blessed gift. Though the path is difficult, the promise is real: 'Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow' (Isaiah 1:18).” IfsWayRealProcessDifficultSinWhitePathJourneyPromiseDiedBlessedSnowRepentanceSaviorScarlet Author:Thomas S. Monson
“God of our life, there are days when the burdens we carry chafe our shoulders and weigh us down; when the road seems dreary and endless, the skies gray and threatening; when our lives have no music in them, and our hearts are lonely, and our souls have lost their courage. Flood the path with light, run our eyes to where the skies are full of promise; tune our hearts to brave music; give us the sense of comradeship with heroes and saints of every age; and so quicken our spirits that we may be able to encourage the souls of all who journey with us on the road of life, to your honor and glory.” GivingHeartMaySoulLightSeemsEyeRunningAgeAbleSpiritLostPathOur LivesJourneySkyHeroHonorPromiseGloryLonelyBraveSaintBurdenEndlessShouldersTunesGrayFloodThreateningDrearyComradeshipYour Honor Author:Saint Augustine
“Throughout my career, I have benefitted from the experience and counsel of a wide range of people who took a very personal interest in me. As a result, I am always happy to share lessons learned from my journey with others. I am particularly passionate about mentoring young black girls. While we are a very diverse group, there is a special bond that connects us to each other. When I work with them, I see them in me and I believe they see me in them. By coming together, we are able to show the world the power and the promise of black girls.” PeopleWorldBelieveTogetherGirlI BelieveBlackInterestJourneyShareSpecialPromisePassionateDiverseMentoringAlways HappyLesson LearnedBlack Girl Author:Laurel J. Richie
“And you're not leaving," she said. "Promise me." It was as if she had asked him to promise to keep breathing, to notice sunshine, to permit the spinning of the earth. What choice did he have? Even if he left her, she would be camped in his heart, an insistent and willful presence. She would match her strides to his on any journey he ever took; she would lie beside him on any bed. Amalie, he said, "that's the easiest promise I've ever had to make.” IfsHeartSaidWould BeEarthLyingChoicesLeftJourneyPromiseBedLeavingBreathingSunshinePermitSpinningStridePromise Me Author:Sharon Shinn
“Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey towards it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us. ...Hope sweetens the memory of experiences well loved. It tempers our troubles to our growth and our strength. It befriends us in the dark hours, excites us in bright ones. It lends promise to the future and purpose to the past. It turns discouragement to determination. Samuel Smiles” WellsPastPurposeTurnsGrowthHoursMemoriesDarkBehindsSunTroubleJourneyPromiseShadowDeterminationCastsBurdenTemperDiscouragementDark Hours Author:Samuel Smiles
“Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they must depart. These are not the sole reasons, but at the heart of morning welcomes and afternoon laughters is the promise of farewell. In the gray muzzle of an old dog we see goodbye. In the tired face of an old friend we read long journeys beyond returns.” HeartLongReasonFacesMorningJourneyDogFieldsFlowerReturnPromiseLaughterCatTiredKitchenGoodbyeSunsetGrayAfternoonSoleFarewellOld FriendsOld DogLong JourneyMuzzle Author:Ray Bradbury
“A bran' new book is a beautiful thing, all promise and fresh pages, the neatly squared spine, the brisk sense of a journey beginning. But a well-worn book also has its pleasures, the soft caress and give of the paper's edges, the comfort, like an old shawl, of an oft-read story.” GivingWellsBookStoriesBeautifulPleasureJourneyComfortPromisePaperPagesEdgesWornBeautiful ThingsSpineCaressNew Books Book:The Haunting of Charles Dickens Source: The Haunting of Charles Dickens