“Being real is effortless, my child, because it means we’ve embraced exactly who we are.”

But above all, my child, grace is choosing love when faced with hate.

Love worth reaching for. Worth hurting for. Worth dying for. This love worth fighting for. And worth staying for.

Great is Your presence, Lord. Great is Your peace. Great is Your truthfulness. Blessed be are we.

One of the things that makes him so incredibly beautiful to me is the way he loves so completely.

It’s no wonder we’ve always sought the sky. After all, my child, our souls were meant to fly.

Maybe all these stars carry the souls of those we’ve lost. And our countless wishes carry all the love we never got to give them. Maybe.

Without acceptance, I would have never known freedom. Without surrender, I would have never known peace. And without dying to myself, I would have never known what it truly means to live.

She is wise, but still learning. She is brave, but ever thoughtful. She is deep, but still has oceans left to fill.

Of this, i am certain, my heart begins and ends with him.

One of the worst feelings I’ve experience, my child, is living with the consequences of staying silent when I should have used my voice.

You made me a mom. And painted the sun and moon inside my heart.

I am his, as he is mine. That is truth. And it is unbreakable.

Fear not, he beckoned them, the proof is there within. Do not look for Him inside, that is not where He abides.

I love you. So very deeply. So very honestly. With all that i am. For always.

Of all the gifts i’ve received in this life, his love will always be the one i cherish most.

when he smiles at me, i swear my heart jumps. But when he kisses me? then, i burn.

It is your holy work, to deeply love, honor and respect the precious self that you are, the soul that only you hold.

We are made of everything. And everything is made of us. We are deeply rooted to mother earth, our home.

I am a man who belongs to no-one and who belongs to everyone.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.

I have come to believe that the hurt ones are also the healers.

Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.

I am very depressed and deeply disgusted with painting. It is really a continual torture.

Other people are going to find healing in your wounds. Your greatest life messages and your most effective ministry will come out of your deepest hurts.