“He is the heart of my world. And that’s what makes it so damn beautiful.”

Recovery isn’t an end-game. It’s an every day, by the grace of God, I choose me, I choose them, I’ve come this far, I will not go back, war for my soul that I will not lose.

It’s his soul that speaks to me.

They never told us love would be easy. They only showed us love would always be enough.

You don’t need to define this moment, my child. You need only live it.

Be gentle with yourself, my child. In your hands you hold all that is precious within you.

But it was the way he loved me that made me want to stay forever.

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.

There is a beautiful transparency to honest disciples who never wear a false face and do not pretend to be anything but who they are.

There is nothing more beautiful than someone who goes out of their way to make life beautiful for others.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

The flowers don’t get to choose when they die. But oh boy, when they live they are beautiful.

There is slow growth, but it is positive slow growth. At the same time, ratios of debt-to-incomes go down. That’s a beautiful deleveraging.

You don’t need to go far to find beauty. – you just need to start seeing yourself.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.