“ I’ve always marveled that geese can feel a call stirring, rise on hardy wings to engage it, and without contemplation, compass or map complete the feat. And could it be that they achieve this astoundi… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ What I’ve yet to realize is that each time I work to avoid that which I fear, I have in that very same action forfeited the blessings that my fear blinded me to. And I’ve yet to realize that with God,… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ Denial is fear gone delusional. Acceptance is fear given to God. Engaging is fear overruled by God. Victory is fear banished by God. Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ To grow is not to timidly sit on some safe shore at water’s edge and clumsily grab whatever happens to float by me. Rather, it is to deliberately step into waters both calm and turbulent in order to w… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ Maybe I need to immerse the fabric of my soul in torrential nature of Christmas, and in doing so to finally understand that it is the very thing that can make the world what I so wish it were. Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ Will I live yearning for a world that I need not yearn for because the message of Christmas is entirely undaunted in its ability to handily penetrate and completely subjugate the very world that I dou… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ No, I am not powerful nor do I wish to be, for it is God using my weakness that makes me potent and I would never wish to surrender that. Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ We’re making our decisions … or so we think. Yet in truth, ignorance, greed, and the scourge of immediate gratification are often the things that are making them. So if we’re going to truly live well,… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ The child you hold in your arms is your gift to a future that you will not see. Therefore, we must turn a blind eye to ourselves and selflessly pour the best of ourselves into our children while rigor… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ Every parent is an artist, for the bared canvas of a newborn’s soul begs for the artist’s touch. And because this is so, a parent must prepare the palette with the utmost care, choose the brushes with… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ A parent holds within their hands the gift of a child to which they must expend the gift of themselves. And in such a monumental outpouring, the parent will lose both the child and the gifts given, bu… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ With the gentle force of their words, the dogged warmth of their embrace, and the assuring touch of souls softly bared, mothers are silently shaping whole societies and authoring entire cultures that… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ Chilled ice tea that tempered tepid summer days lathered thick with humidity. Frothy hot chocolate that cut winter’s chill. Bedtime prayers that sent our fears scrambling in panicked flight. Golden bo… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ One of a mother’s greatest gifts is to teach her child that to grow is not to timidly sit on some safe shore at water’s edge and clumsily grab whatever happens to float by. Rather, it is to deliberate… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ All too soon the garden of childhood is paved cold with the asphalt roads of adulthood. And while it is not within her power to halt this unrelenting progression, a mother can diligently guard this mo… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ The difference between a ‘man’ and a ‘father’ is that the former shares his genes, but latter gives his life. Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ An ending is only happening because at some point it was a beginning. And if an ending is dependent upon a beginning, I would be well advised to focus on the miracle of beginnings verses the pain of e… Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ Pain dutifully reminds me that the world is terribly imperfect, but it faithfully helps me appreciate the world on those days when it’s a little closer to being perfect. Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ Although I’ve been thoroughly conditioned by pain to see it otherwise, an ending is nothing more than the backside of a beginning. Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ My soul is utterly frantic for that single place of perfect refuge from which I can clearly see the winds rip and hear the tempest tear, yet despite the ferocity of the tumult I rest in such a sublime… Craig D. Lounsbrough
