We all live in the protection of certain cowardices which we call our principles.
There's a freeway running through the yard.
Music is probably the only real magic I have encountered in my life. There's not some trick involved with it. It's pure and it's real. It moves, it heals, it communicates and does all these incredible things.
You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.
You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free
Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.
Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.
In South Carolina, Senator John Edwards won handily, fulfilling his promise to win every state he was born in.
Writing is hard work, and if anything's true about the process, it's that fact that a good story is hard to find and even trickier to get on paper. What's less romantic than staring alone at a blank screen? And edgy? I've changed the cat little because I didn't know what my characters were going to say next.
We live in a vague world. And it gets vaguer all the time. In this environment, the power of the specific, measurable and useful promise made and kept is difficult to overstate.
The Lord's way to help those in temporal need requires people who out of love have consecrated themselves and what they have to God and to His work.