“And just like a flower each of us will bloom in our own time.”

And morning came. Morning is for new beginnings.

You are worthy no matter what your journey may look like.

I hope you know you are not alone. In this dismal world full of pain and hurt, you are not alone. This is the simple truth.

Can I go against my humanness and tell you I want to surrender all this?

In the highs and the lows, he is there through it all.

A skillful sailor was never made from still water.

I want to be free like a bird, I will fly. In you I will find freedom, for you the sky.

Look at the flowers, and the birds in the sky, if they never worry then why should I? for he holds my life in his hands.

I think maybe its time for us to redefine love.

Her beautiful smile, her soft, tender heart; she’s an actual, walking, work of art.

I feel so deeply sometimes I forget that others don’t feel things to these same depths.

No matter where you are or where you are going, know this: there’s still hope in the midst of not knowing.

Fear, you have no place here.

You are you and that is all you need to be.

Hope may come in many ways but cling to this: God will never change hope found in him will always remain.

I know god has a plan for me, so I can be at peace, knowing that on the road beyond he’ll always be with me.

I was born with music inside of me, and that was the first flower that bloomed on my tree, but I was the highest key in my school and also the lowest key, seen?

The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from the giant pine, which lives for a thousand years.

Flowers don’t worry about how they’re going to bloom. They just open up & turn toward the light & that makes them beautiful.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.

If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.

People deal too much with the negative, with what is wrong. Why not try and see positive things, to just touch those things and make them bloom?

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

From a withered tree, a flower blooms.