Yours Truly, Thomas

by Rachel Fordham

We can ignore even pleasure. But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world. —C. S. Lewis

Love’s . . . well, love is candy and walks underneath a starlit sky. It’s babies and . . . it’s trying to make the other person’s life better. It’s many things.”

“You don’t want to miss the love that’s perfect for you just because you’re too busy searching for a fairy tale.”

I think God knows we need reminders from time to time. He wraps up a little blessing in a sound or a smell. A testament of his love. That smell, that memory is a gift for just you.”

Be true to yourself and have a loving heart and somehow it all will be made right.

“No, I’m not always happy. I allow myself to feel the pain too. When I need to and when I believe it will help me. Otherwise, I choose happy because I prefer it.”

“There is no shame in kindness. There is no shame in thoughtfulness. Remember that. Anyone can be angry and forceful. Takes a humble man to rise above that.”

Love can be quiet and simple and beautiful all at the same time. Love can be many things. It can be born in grief and pain.

“That, my friend, is one of the great secrets to a happy life. Face it. Whatever it is. Day after day. Face it and decide you won’t let it knock you down.