I remember the pain, the burn, the euphoria, feeling as though I could run forever, knowing that my pain was taking me closer to my goal, looking forward — pushing forward to that moment of extreme satisfaction when I would cross the finish line knowing I had given everything, and ...

They can flow like a river, making people laugh or cry. They come in the form of gentle, soothing sentences, or angry, hate-filled words. They even come in the form of song. Sometimes, they come from the heart of God—“apples of gold in settings of silver.” Words are so easy ...

Today, being correct is valued more than being right. It used to be a good thing to be right.