“My story: Salvation. My song; the same singing to Jesus, and blessing his name.”

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

The words I speak, the things I do, let them be only, all for you.

You have no idea how many storms she’s been through to grow and flourish in the way she is now.

Seasons change and that’s okay, there will always be light, hope and grace.

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.

Wealth can also be that attitude of gratitude with which we remind ourselves everyday to count our blessings.

Every year, I think of Worlds as the big meet, but now, it’s the Olympics. I’m blessed to even have the opportunity to think about it and work for it.

I have heard of some good old woman in a cottage, who had nothing but a piece of bread and a little water, and lifting up her hands, she said, as a blessing, What! all this, and Christ too?

If each and everyone endeavours to cooperate and work in as much as his capacity permits, our faith rests upon the Almighty God that he would bless the results for us

I have been blessed with strong leg muscles, and dancing really exercises one’s legs.

Sitting alone, listening to the sound of your breath, the beating of your heart is a reminder that you are sacred and blessed.

God has promised to every single one of us that even in our hardest times, if we would just hang on long enough, the blessing will come.

We are too prone to engrave our trials in marble and write our blessings in sand.