“How you treat yourself becomes the identity others see in you.”

Love may require letting go of everything to deepen our love.

Tastes and preferences change with time, But I fall in love with you daily.

Love yourself through all storms, calm moments and boredom – know you deserve love.

So when you’re sleeping, I try so hard to sleep too- for more time with you.

Love inside you that no one else can ever know – reserved for you.

Always choose love- you may not be loved in return – love may still find you.

Healing will come from within, but I’ll make sure you never feel alone.

So don’t be afraid – you were meant to rise above your ceiling of doubt.

Fill all the spaces between the broken pieces of you – with patience.

I still think of you and that’s okay as long as I keep on moving.

Doing the right thing often requires patience that tests your intent.

Knowing what you want, but not living that way – as motivation waits.

Everything you’ve done may be undone for you to accomplish much more.

Letting go of you finally taught me what it meant to truly love you.

Giving up your life to live for someone else will sacrifice true love.

You are everything to me, that includes every broken piece of you.

Human identity is no longer defined by what one does but rather by what one owns.

A great business has to have a conscience. You have to know who you are and who you are not.

Proclaiming the gospel to a lost world cannot be just another activity to add to the church’s crowded agenda. It must be central to who we are. It forms our identity.

You need to know who you want to be.

Every action you take is a vote for the type of person you wish to become. No single instance will transform your beliefs, but as the votes build up, so does the evidence of your new identity.

Our identity rests in God’s relentless tenderness for us revealed in Jesus Christ.

Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is illusion.

But when we came out of camp, that’s when I first realized that being in camp, that being Japanese-American, was something shameful.