“Growth often looks like out growing old patterns and good people.”

I am tired in many ways, but hopeful in many more.

Weary hearts can still hold love.

If you decide to plant a seed, commit to watering it.

Get rid of the idea that your healing is tied to someone else’s apology.

Rest now, dear heart, let joy find you unexpected places.

Cold hearts cannot serve warm love.

There is pain here, but there is also power.

Teach boys that manhood is not determined by how often they hold back their tears.

This is not the season to shrink ourselves for anyone.

If peace is a priority, manage what you respond to.

Don’t rob the world of who you are by trying to be someone else.

Find rest in the space between who you are and who you want to be.

I don’t want to be perfect. I want to be free.

Speak to yourself like you would a child whom you love.

Where you are now, is not where you will always be.

Things that don’t work out often pave the way for things that will.