Richelle E. Goodrich

Artistry exists in everyone. What makes it blossom is a soul's personal desire to find an outlet for expression.

As a writer, I see the saga of your life in a single glimpse. It may be inaccurate, but my version doesn't lack for creativity.

Pray each morning and each night.Talk to God and be polite.Tell Him what you're grateful for.Leave your troubles at His door.Share your wishes, needs, and hopes.Ask God how to bravely cope.Tell Him all you learned today.Say the things you need to say.Beg forgiveness for your sins.Pray to live with Him again.Speak with earnest heart and soul.He will listen. This I know.For prayer is hope put to the test.And hope is faith in what is best.Faith is power to do great things.Thus, prayer is faith's enabling wings.

If God were to make a million lovely flowers in your image and plant them in a garden with you among them, I would still know you by your scent and by the feel of your petals and by the crazy way you lean towards my light whenever I draw near.

Every brush stroke on the canvas, every dab of color introduced, the fine textures impressed in the paint__his accumulation of many small acts combines to shape a final work of art. _And so it is with life; each step, each deed, each brief choice builds gradually, day by day, to shape both character and destiny.

Trying to fix the shortcoming of others while ignoring your own flaws results in little if no improvement__ot to mention bitter feelings. Concentrating on personal growth sets a good example and results in the improvement of one life if not more.

Life is a book that someone else is reading__nd you, a key character__ence the need for continual conflict and resolution. We can't have any boring books.

Life demands much. Give more.

I don't believe that the course of anyone's lifetime has ever been as unerring as that of the rising and setting sun, but I know many lives that have been just as inspiring.

If you feel like a nearly-drowned rat that__ been dragged through the mud, all twisted up inside your mother__ borrowed, prized quilt, having been tossed about by gale force winds that managed to entangle you in barbed wire one-thousand miles from your goal in the middle of a hot, barren nowhere void of any basic necessities__hen congratulations! You__e no observer but an actual participant in the game of life! Stand up and keep living.

The power behind living a dream lies in either believing it's a dream or knowing it's not.

Those things that inspire, enthuse, and compel you should consume your life.

We live our lives supposing things are as they appear to be when that is almost never the case.

Live your day and live it well. It's yours whether you want it or not.

Life has moments that feel as if the sun has blackened to tar and the entire world turned to ice. _It feels as if Hades and his vile demons have risen from the depths of Tartarus solely for the purpose of banding to personally torture you, and that their genuine intent of mental, emotional, and spiritual anguish is tearing you to shreds. _Your heart weighs as heavily as leaden legs which you would drag yourself forward with if not for the quicksand that pulls you down inch by inch, paralyzing your will and threatening oblivion. _And all the while fire and brimstone pour from the sky, pelting only you. _Truly, that is what it feels like. But that feeling is a trial that won't last forever. _Never give up.

There is strength in numbers, yes, but even more so in collective good will. For those endeavors are supported by mighty forces unseen.

When you devalue ethics and morals by proclaiming that our attitude toward them should be casual or lenient, you can't be surprised by a rising generation who then behaves disrespectfully, treating life, people, and choices as if they possess little value or worth. _For whether or not that was the intention, society has taught them to believe thusly.

A society built upon a foundation of vengeance is a society doomed to destroy itself.