“How do you find the words,
when words don’t define your thoughts,
how do you show you care,
when caring is cliché,
how do you stand out,
when you have been trying to fit in,
how to you explain your heart,
when its your heart you have been trying to hide."

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat...Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow. – T. Roosevelt

Proverbs 30

"...The mand declares, I am weary, O God; I am ewarly, O God and worn out. Surely I am too stupid to be a man. I ahve not the understanding of a man. I have not learned widsom, nor have I knowledge of the Holy One..." (vs.1-3)

"...Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is needful for me, lest I be full and deny you and say, "Who is the Lord?" or les I be poor and steal and profane the name of my God..." (vs. 8-9)


Thoughts of a snowy morning.