The butterfly needs the hardship to make it strong enough to fly. The struggle pumps fluid to its wings and gives it the strength to survive. If I were to help it by cutting away the chrysalis, it would die. So all we can do is stand back and observe its own efforts to free itself.

Nothing could define her unless she let it. She had God in her life to heal those broken places, but she hadn’t let him do it.

God had been good to them all today. But He was good every day just, sometimes she noticed.

There is more to a soul than what others see.

Struggle and pain aren’t something to fear. We will all face trials while here on earth. What matters is how we’re dealing with the challenges that come our way. Do we let them mold us into stronger, better people, or do we grouse and complain about our lot in life?

I’ll try to find an herb that will help. I shall research it.” Her voice held determination. He smiled. “My little healer. You try to fix everyone. Can you fix my heart?” “Has someone harmed it?” “I fear it’s been irretrievably ensnared by you.” Her smile widened, and she placed her small gloved hand on his forearm. “That’s a perfect state for it. I shall endeavor to keep it that way.” “And what of the state of your own heart?” She sobered. “I fear it is as entangled as yours.

Integrity has rewards that are more valuable than how many days we spend on earth.

The past has a way of rising up and stepping into view when we least expect it.

One unfortunate circumstance can change our lives for the worst, and all it takes is an act of kindness to turn it around the other way.

One thing I’ve learned from you and Bree is that every day is a gift. What we do with it is our choice.