“When the darkness closes in, push back.”

I hope you find grace in the spaces in between your racing thoughts and melancholy – be kind to your beautiful mind.

I want more for you than you want for yourself. Everyone needs an advocate who’s not the devil. – your advocate.

In your presence there is fullness of joy.

How can we sing in harmony when we don’t know the melody god is singing over us? listen to the fathers voice. He speaks softly and loves deeply.

In the midst of my breaking I am becoming.

For the heart that needs a dose of courage don’t run, don’t hide, don’t fear, hold on.

Ask for the grace you gift others ( you’re allowed to need what you give.) – you’re not needy.

I talk too much speak too much I think out loud wish I knew what’s on your mind. – overthinking.

Every heart needs a home that isn’t made of flesh and bone. – another place called home.

Oh, to be a plant, turning toxins into oxygen bringing life into empty spaces.

I’d exhale every breath I have just so you could inhale all my confidence in you.

We look for love under covers hiding cold feet but you can’t find something that’s not there to see. – missing piece.

Two lost vessels can’t guide each other home when neither can see light lining the hidden horizon. – lost at sea.

She never felt safe in her skin so she got wrapped in his hoping that another body would provide shelter from her own. – shelter.

For the heart that needs a dose of courage don’t run, don’t hide, don’t fear, hold on.

In your presence there is fullness of joy.

They’re powerful, those songs. At times they’ve been my only way back, the only door out of the dark, bad places the black dog calls home.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.

What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!

The great empire will be torn from limb, the all-powerful one for more than four-hundred years: Great power given to the dark one from slaves come.

God made night, But man made darkness.

It’s her black wings that make her beautiful.

You’d be a fool to think that you leaving me in darkness meant I’d stay there forever.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.