Reflections from Christina Rhys
Forever Young
Who Is Christina Rhys?
The Price We Pay For Freedom
Adrift On An Ocean Of Loneliness
The Old Weathered Barn
Forever Young
Poems written by an Anonymous but Precious Friend
Only You
Who I Am
Plain Faces
When I Say I Am A Christian
The Room
I Want To Know
A Woman Is.....................
The Nature of A Heart
I'm Special
In Praise Of Older Women
A Beautiful Woman
What A Marriage Should Be
My Heart
My Heart On The Line
What Is A Vet?
Our Founding Fathers
A New Bill Of Rights
Charlie Daniels Speaks Out
Safety Tips For Women




Youth is not a time of life - it is a state of mind, it is a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigour of the emotions, a predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over love of ease. 

Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old only by deserting their ideals.

Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair - these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.

Whether they are sixteen or seventy, there is in every being's heart the love of wonder, the sweet amazement at the stars and star like things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite for what is to come next, and the joy and the game of life.

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair. When the wires are all down and all the innermost core of your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then you are grown old indeed.

But so long as your heart receives messages of beauty, cheer, courage, grandeur and power from the earth, from man and from the Infinite,

You are young.