“Never be afraid to fall apart in front of the stars. They do not twinkle with judgment.”

More breath than mind. More moon silk than sunbeam. More bone than break.

You reach a dangerous level of independence the moment you realize you are beating.

If you are in need of a safety net-sit with your own heartbeat for a little while.

Fear creates space for creativity. Love creates space for healing.

My body has forgotten what my own warmth feels like and the ice on my skin has frost bitten all those who have tried to hold me.

I am learning to forgive all those who are not sorry.

Is there another human out there made from the same lightening as me that I have crashed into yet?

I stepped into love with grace. I stepped out of love with grace. The beginning was beautiful. The ending was beautiful.

The irony of crashing into me is I will show you what safety looks like.

The truth is your skin was my skin and shedding you is not an easy process.

Look how wildflowers bloom from your skin. So why hold back those tears when your soil needs them?

My head screamed. I want to make them burn the way they did to me. My heart cried that’s not who you are.

Don’t strive to become more. Strive to become whole.

You were so gentle with my messy burdens, my tender wounds and the cracks in my broken soul that I became gentle with them, too.

I am mystic bones and a curious heart. Pain and joy and stardust skin. A sacred soul container. Time and space and matter and illusion. Expansion and contraction. A breathing universe.

I can feel hope beginning to sprout from all parts of me that were once punctured.

No, I am not afraid; the Lord said he would protect me, and I have full confidence in His word.

Faith in something greater than ourselves enables us to do what we have said we’ll do, to press forward when we are tired or hurt or afraid, to keep going when the challenge seems overwhelming and the course is entirely uncertain.

Great innovation only happens when people aren’t afraid to do things differently.

You cannot get an A if you’re afraid of getting an F.

A religious ought to dread more being afraid of poverty than experiencing it.

Wanted, a man who will not lose his individuality in a crowd, a man who has the courage of his convictions, who is not afraid to say “No,” though all the world say “Yes.

Let’s not be afraid to look at everything that has brought us to where we are now and trust that we will soon see in it the guiding hand of a loving God.

Baptists never make love standing up. They’re afraid someone might see them and think they’re dancing.