Life is your barque not your home!

To him who, though by no means near the end, is yet advancing, He is the way; to him who has put off all that is dead He is the life.

We are all more than our experiences And less than our dreams ~ from I Am Glass

For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in her arms which, as she neared them, grew larger and larger in her arms, until it became a whole life, a complete life, which she put down by them and said, This is what I have made of it! This! And what had she made of it? What, indeed?

But if there are no stories, what end can there be, or what beginning?

Face the hard questions that life requires you to ask. Gather with other travelers on the narrow road, pilgrims who acknowledge their confusion and feel their fears. Then, together, live those questions in My Presence.

the world. When the men

had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way— in short, the period was so far like the

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To

If you want to be a dear old lady at seventy you have to begin early, say about seventeen.

Though no one can backtrack and create a brand new start, Everyone is capable of taking their life in a brand new direction.

The world is but a great inn, where we are to stay a night or two, and be gone; what madness is it so to set our heart upon our inn, as to forget our home? 1.Consider