Moon In the WindowI wish I could say I was the kind of childwho watched the moon from her windowwould turn toward it and wonder.I never wondered. I read. Dark signsthat crawled toward the edge of the page.It took me years to grow a heartfrom paper and glue. All I had was a flashlight bright as the moona white hole blazing beneath the sheets.

God teach me to be patient teach me to go slowTeach me how to wait on You when my way I do not know.Teach me sweet forbearance when things do not go rightSo I remain unruffled when others grow uptight.Teach me how to quiet my racing rising heartSo I might hear the answer You are trying to impart.Teach me to let go dear God and pray undisturbed untilMy heart is filled with inner peace and I learn to know your will.

Dreams are what guide us art is what defines us math is what makes it all possible and love is what lights our way.

All men who have achieved great things have been great dreamers.

But instead of spending our lives running towards our dreams we are often running away from a fear of failure or a fear of criticism.

Ive dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after and changed my ideas theyve gone through and through me like wine through water and altered the colour of my mind.

Anyone who is having troubles should pray. Anyone who is happy should sing praises. Anyone who is sick should call the churchs elders. They should pray for and pour oil on the person in the name of the Lord. And the prayer that is said with faith will make the sick person well the Lord will heal that person. And if the person has sinned the sins will be forgiven. Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so God can heal you. When a believing person prays great things happen. James 513-16

Pray like it all depends on God but work like it all depends on you.

If you have a dream dont just sit there. Gather courage to believe that you can succeed and leave no stone unturned to make it a reality.

When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of No answer. It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent certainly not uncompassionate gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like Peace child you dont understand.