“When they ask you if love is real, I hope I’ve helped you answer yes.”

Give me an old bookshop, rain, and memories of you.

We’re just friends. It’s as complicated as that.

We were supposed to be, even if we can’t be.

You will always be my favorite story to tell.

Every letter of every poem is one more moment with you.

Because a broken heart still beats.

Have you heard the rumors about us? I kind of love them.

You introduced me to secrets.

What a magical spell those stars cast, making us believe we were written for them.

I have nothing to say and I can’t help but think that says a lot.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

Sure, we could have kept going, but the chance of finding a gas station was zero.

You were all I ever wanted and nothing I could have.

Every day we don’t speak is one day closer to the day we will.

How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.

I’m not looking at my phone. I’m looking for you.

I started imagining this whole different world. It was a society of musicians, a family I hoped I could belong to one day.

Simply by our proximity to Jesus, we can bring hope and life to people and places trapped in discouragement and despair.

The word advent means “expectation.” What advent can do for us is create a sense of hope.

I believe that God is not lost. He is in the middle with us right now. If people will take a few moments and take this journey, hope will rise up in their hearts. I believe that.

God, I hope I wear this jersey forever.

But difficult situations and wrong choices conspire to trap us in hopelessness.

I am tired in many ways, but hopeful in many more.

I hope you know that even on days you don’t feel whole – you are enough.