We've all heard the clichés -- life is fleeting. Time flies. As I write this, the year is already two-thirds over and it feels like it just started. Some years are like that, and 2012 is one.
With greater frequency I've recently wondered why I'm being shown the splendor and richness of the world that I've been fortunate enough to experience and can only conclude there must be a greater purpose -- a grander design to it -- than my own personal fulfillment.
She couldn't help but wonder what it could be -- wonder or dread, she wasn't sure which was the more accurate feeling. He hadn't been much of a gift giver in the past, at least not the recent past.
This time of year, much of the northern hemisphere grows cold. Often the change in climate makes it easy for our hearts to grow cold too.