“I hope I never see you in my rear-view, I hope you stay on the horizon.”

Too many broken forevers and tired bones.

She gave me a feeling I knew I would spend the rest of my life chasing.

Some of my best and most glorious love stories are friendships.

I am so sick of missing what was never mine.

Our souls are old friends.

The sun is setting, life is shifting, and this skin is ready.

There is still so much light left in us.

What once felt like heartbreak now feels like divine intervention.

Silence and inaction breed injustice.

I wonder if we ever grieve what was at the same time?

And maybe I’ll find you again, on the next big adventure.

After all this time forever still looks like you.

I hope my journey here ends with us.

I want love to be the altar of these earthly days.

You will always be, my favorite maybe.

A galaxy exists inside these bones and its sun shines only for you.

While unbelief sees the difficulties, faith sees God between itself and them.

There comes a moment when we all must realize that life is short, and in the end the only thing that really counts is not how others see us, but how God sees us.

Again, I see no reason why the belief that we are insignificant or fortuitous should lessen our faith.

Faith’s most severe tests come not when we see nothing, but when we see a stunning array of evidence that seems to prove our faith vain.

Know what you want to do, hold the thought firmly, and do every day what should be done, and every sunset will see you that much nearer to your goal.

I look back at my twenties and see that I was much less confident.

From the inside looking out you can never see how it looks from the outside looking in.

I wish I could bottle up this scent for winter days when it feels like this town will never see sun again.