“Never forget what broke you. And never forget how you put yourself back together.”

I knew he could be my North Star when he made me feel something after being numb for so long.

Sometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.

She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.

Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.

Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.

I’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.

I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.

She’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.

There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.

A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.

I’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.

People do not change for other people. They will only change for themselves.

I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.

She stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.

And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.

He was fire that crippled my bones. And you were the one who showed up out of nowhere, and carried me home.

Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.

Now all that’s left of me, is what I pretend to be. So together, but so broken up inside.

It takes a habit to break a habit. You can pray every day for a generous heart, but until you start acting in that direction, nothing’s going to change.

A dream is your creative vision for your life in the future. You must break out of your current comfort zone and become comfortable with the unfamiliar and the unknown.

You were so gentle with my messy burdens, my tender wounds and the cracks in my broken soul that I became gentle with them, too.

I hunted all through the four Gospels trying to find one of Christ’s funeral sermons, but I couldn’t find any. I found He broke up every funeral He ever attended! Death couldn’t exist where He was.

After you, I never found my way back home.

As you walk the road of life, be careful of your friends. They can make you or break you.