When grief is deepest, words are fewest.

Wise are those who put the most meaning into the fewest words.

Much wisdom often goes with fewest words.

I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives.

Adults are tempted to produce and perform Christmas for their kids and their families, and they arrive at Christmas Day weary and disillusioned.

Sometimes God answers our questions with questions.