The implication is that the people of God were lost and that God had to do something—as he had always done—to intervene and set them back on the right track. But there was a difference this time. This was the last time. This was the last chance.

Hope is] the unswerving belief that better days are ahead, probably in this world and most certainly in the next.

you are the sum total of all the life experiences you've gone through. You may wish you had chosen another path, but you didn't. You've been shaped by the many choices you've made, both the smart ones and the dumb ones. And here God is saying that he can take the raw material of who you are right now and customize a future of hope for you.

The Puritan divine Richard Steele wrote, God doth call every man and woman…to serve him in some peculiar employment in this world, both for their own and the common good.…The Great Governor of the world hath appointed to every man his proper post and province.

The greatest task of a human being, your greatest mission in life? To find and sing your own song … to the glory of God.

The more I discover what I am, the more miserable I get; the more I discover who God is and who God made me, the happier I become.

Life has no limitations, except the ones you make.

The things you want are always possible; it is just that the way to get them is not always apparent. The only real obstacle in your path to a fulfilling life is you, and that can be a considerable obstacle because you carry the baggage of insecurities and past experience.

Where should I go? -Alice. That depends on where you want to end up. - The Cheshire Cat.

Who ARE You?" This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

If you do not know where you want to go, it doesn't matter which path you take.

thought Alice, "without pictures or conversation?" So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing