“Look at the flowers, and the birds in the sky, if they never worry then why should I? for he holds my life in his hands.”

I have never gone too far to be unloved by you.

The words I speak, the things I do, let them be only, all for you.

You have no idea how many storms she’s been through to grow and flourish in the way she is now.

Seasons change and that’s okay, there will always be light, hope and grace.

And morning came. Morning is for new beginnings.

You are worthy no matter what your journey may look like.

I hope you know you are not alone. In this dismal world full of pain and hurt, you are not alone. This is the simple truth.

Can I go against my humanness and tell you I want to surrender all this?

In the highs and the lows, he is there through it all.

A skillful sailor was never made from still water.

I want to be free like a bird, I will fly. In you I will find freedom, for you the sky.

I think maybe its time for us to redefine love.

Her beautiful smile, her soft, tender heart; she’s an actual, walking, work of art.

I feel so deeply sometimes I forget that others don’t feel things to these same depths.

No matter where you are or where you are going, know this: there’s still hope in the midst of not knowing.

Fear, you have no place here.

When people come up and give me a compliment. I take each remark as if it were a flower. At the end of the day I lift up the bouquet of flowers I have gathered throughout the day and say, ‘Here you are, Lord, it is all Yours.’

In whatever name or form they are offered, all these flowers are laid at God’s feet, for He is the one Lord of all, the one Soul of all souls.

People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.

If I’m wearing a flower dress, why do I have to wear underwear?

You have to water the flowers you want to grow.

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.