“I hope you are still writing things that no one else will ever see.”

How much I daydream about heaven and how much I believe I’m going there are probably directly proportional.

There will always be a reason not to pray.

I sought the lord and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears.

I’m either about to fail miserably or I’m about to have a huge break through and to be honest that’s my sweet spot or something.

I don’t need to see how, I just need to know you.

I know that you are annoyed with me because of how holy you are and because your sacrifice has not made me holy, too.

Don’t self protect from your miracle.

Stop believing in worlds not made by his words.

I ask jesus for the smallest things, because it turns out he cares about everything.

You thought it wouldn’t live again. But it will live again.

I am very busy delighting in the lord. The lord is very busy with the desires of my heart.

You were made for answered prayers.

Ruined for anything but wild divine love.

Everything is temporary but what glitters in heaven. Now Lord, what glitters in heaven? only love my dear, only love.

God is not unjust (or cruel) you don’t need to worry that you missed it somewhere. Eternity is real, everything he said back was true.

I just want you to know that nothing hidden heals.

The idea of the future, pregnant with an infinity of possibilities, is thus more fruitful than the future itself, and this is why we find more charm in hope than in possession, in dreams than in reality.

I hope your lemonade tastes like young summers and old times.

I hope you’re brave enough to let go of a future that was never truly yours, that you never really wanted that was imposed upon you by dreams that were never really your own.

Speak the things you hope for. Then rearrange how you do the things to make them happen.

Call me reckless, call me hopeless, say it to me, implore. Call me feckless, call me helpless, call me all those things and more. All I ask if that you heed the one good reason you’re ignored. Judge me all you like, its not you I do this for.

I hope in my next life I am able to heal the pain I caused you.

Every year we celebrate the holy season of Advent, O God. Every year we pray those beautiful prayers of longing and waiting, and sing those lovely songs of hope and promise.

Send forth a tiny ripple of hope.