“Fear not, he beckoned them, the proof is there within. Do not look for Him inside, that is not where He abides.”

From the dawn of time to the very last tick of the clock, our purpose has never depended on this world, because it always existed in eternity.

The woman I am today is grateful, for the life that she has lived. And until she takes her last breath, it’s with gratitude she’ll live.

Be grateful for these storms, my child, for they carry lessons that transform our souls.

Goodbyes are necessary, my child. They change us, because they’re meant to.

For he has conquered death, with the gift of His last breath. Go now, and share the news, the Savior beckons you.

We are all broken things. But there’s so much beauty in those cracks. And so much strength in those places we’ve mended.

He speaks to me with his heart. and my heart cannot help but listen.

This place, this moment is the most peaceful and the most beautiful I have ever known.

I’ve heard it said that to love completely is to lose yourself. How can that be? when loving you is discovering myself over and over again.

The only castle you were ever meant to live in, my child, is the one that’s always existed in your soul.

Love. There are no barriers against its infinite power, my child, save for those we impose upon ourselves.

Yes, my child, in this world, following your heart, remaining true to your soul, is sometimes the bravest thing you’ll ever do.

Recovery isn’t an end-game. It’s an every day, by the grace of God, I choose me, I choose them, I’ve come this far, I will not go back, war for my soul that I will not lose.

It’s his soul that speaks to me.

They never told us love would be easy. They only showed us love would always be enough.

You don’t need to define this moment, my child. You need only live it.

Fear is the foundation of safety.

Hate comes from Intimidation. Love comes from Appreciation.

I cannot help fearing that men may reach a point where they look on every new theory as a danger, every innovation as a toilsome trouble, every social advance as a first step toward revolution, and that they may absolutely refuse to move at all.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

The Russians feared Ike. They didn’t fear me.

Don’t fear it. That pull between your heart and mind. It is trying to teach you. It is learning your language.

It takes a brave man to be a coward in the Red Army.

I am learning that most of my fear of others is my own judgment of myself.