Wouldn't life be easier for both parents and infants if parents would observe, relax and enjoy what their child is doing, rather than keep teaching what the child is not yet capable of?

We not only respect babies, we demonstrate our respect every time we interact with them. Respecting a child means treating even the youngest infant as a unique human being, not as an object

When you hold an infant, hold him not just with your body, but with your mind and heart.

Let the child be the scriptwriter, the director and the actor in his own play.

An infant always learns. The less we interfere with the natural process of learning, the more we can observe how much infants learn all the time.

What infants need is the opportunity and time to take in and figure out the world around them.

Do less; observe more; enjoy most.

If infants are ready to do something, they will do it. In fact, when they are ready, they have to do it.

Allow the child to be authentic, to move, to feel the way they move, appreciating them for what they are.

Sadness, discomfort, frustration -- they are all valid human emotions. Why would we want to suppress them?

Remember, nobody can make another person fall asleep. How to relax and let sleep come is a skill your child, like everybody else, must learn all by herself.

If you punish them, they are your slaves and if you forgive them they are your brothers.

Scripture makes it clear that our first love is always to be for our Lord.

For specific prayers, there are specific answers.

I can hire out for editing, proofreading, formatting, and cover design, and those are fixed, sunk costs. Once those are paid, I can earn 70% on a self-pubbed ebook.

I have never been in a violent movie or television show.

I think our sexuality is all yet to be recounted and that the rich male literary tradition constitutes a huge obstacle.

Down deep in every soul has a hidden longing, impulse, and ambition to do something fine and enduring...If you are willing, great things are possible to you.

There are situations that refuse to be photographed. But at other times nothing will stop me, because I know my pictures will not shout against anyone - only against time.

Like a frog, the aphorist waits for something to fly by that he can catch with his tongue.

Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.