i believe....

In a cellar in Cologne, Germany after World War 2 were found these words on the wall:

I believe in the sun ,
even when it is not shining;
I believe in love,
even when i feel it not;
I believe in God,
Even when He is silent.

never give up!

Good timber does not grow with ease. The stronger the wind, the stronger the trees.

Faith will not make the sun rise sooner, but it will make the night seem shorter.

The trouble with people today is that they want to get to the promised land without going through the wilderness.

After the sunset and the darkness there's still always the promise of another day.

silver lining...

Written and Composed by: Michelle Lewis

Looks like it might rain again.
But it don't matter
You didn't get that storybook end?
Go read another!
The merry-go-round goes up and down
But if it's sideways, you've got to stop!

Ev'ry cloud's got a silver lining
Ev'ry street has a sunnier side
Check it out from both sides down
And, suddenly, you'll find a silver lining!

If only ev'ry wish came true
How boring life would be
And you'll never get to see
The best inside of you!

Ev'ry cloud's got a silver lining
Ev'ry street has a sunnier side

Check it out from both sides down

And, suddenly, you'll find ...

Ev'rybody's got a reason for something
Ev'ry tear's got a reason to fall
Check it out from up-side down
And, suddenly, you'll find a silver lining!

brave hearts dare!

For every hill I've had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet.
For blinding storms and burning heat
My heart sings but a grateful song
These were the things that made me strong!

For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for all the hopes that lived in vain,
I do give thanks for now i know
These were the things that helped me grow.

'Tis not the softer things of life
Which stimulate man's will to strive
But bleak adversity and strife
Do most to keep man's will alive.
O'er rose strewn paths the weaklings creep,
But brave hearts dare to climb the steep!

be glad of the rain...

It is raining, little flower?
Be glad of the rain;
Too much sun would wither thee.
’Twill shine again.
The sky is very black, ’tis true,
But just behind it shines the blue.

Art thou weary, tender heart?
Be glad of pain;
In sorrow sweetest things will grow
As flowers in rain.
God watches; and thou wilt have the sun
When clouds their perfect work have done.

--Lucy Larcom

were there no night...

Were there no night, we could not read the stars,
The heavens would turn into a blinding glare;
Freedom is best seen through prison bars,
And rough seas make the haven passing fair;
We cannot measure joys but by their loss;
When blessings fade away, we see them then;
Our richest clusters grow around the cross,
And in the night-time angels sing to men.