“Sometimes you cant find the words to say. And you know what? that’s okay. Your presence still matters.”

To bloom is to grow. To grow is to know the one who created x Died for my soul.

Maybe I’ll do something that the world will see, but I think its enough to know my father see’s me.

We spend so much time avoiding death that we forget to take time to truly live.

The dawn is our reminder; fresh start come with the rising sun, and all life was made new when the sun rose, too.

Tears – they water the soil of your soul, they sink in deep and help your spirit to grow.

Hope remains. The light will stay. You are held and seen and covered in grace.

Let’s go on an adventure, oh, the place we will go! and with you by my side, I am always at home.

I have never gone too far to be unloved by you.

The way we obey teaches us much about who we really trust.

I lift my hands in praise and all else begins to fade, for you are all that matters; lord take all of me.

I want to leave a legacy.

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

Just because there are clouds in the sky, that doesn’t mean that the stars don’t shine.

Just because there are clouds in the sky, that doesn’t mean that the stars don’t shine.

I wish for my words to make someone feel, I wish for my words to make someone heal.

I want to leave a legacy.

With mindfulness training we are able to recognize when we get lost in our mental dramas, and bring a kind and nonreactive presence to the feelings that accompany them.

Here, before God, in the presence of these witnesses, from this time, I consecrate my life to the destruction of slavery!

Unless you show off you’re not going to get noticed.

Failure is simply the non-presence of success. But a fiasco is a disaster of mythic proportions.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.

The moment you were born, your presence was validated. You don’t need a second opinion.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

In presence of Nature’s grand convulsions man is powerless.