I watched The Book Thief recently and was struck again by the power of words. I remember memorizing scripture and poetry and how powerful those words are when they come to you in dark places. Words take us to places where life is good and decent, where we can find love or adventure, where beauty comes to our heart and mind even in the midst of suffering and ugly. I look at this moment captured in time and know the golden quality of that early morning light and the way the moon shone and I see my shadow stretching across the wheat field. In those little moments, life is full and sweet. I strive to have my words bring that kind of hope to those who read them.