“When God breathed His life into you, He filled you with greatness and purpose. Like good seed planted in the dirt, you were created to rise above every obstacle.”

The delays, the detours, the disappointments didn’t stop God’s plan.

A father’s love always brings healing.

Little faith can open big doors.

God is doing a new thing. He’s looking for people whose hearts are turned toward Him.

When you let people upset you, you’re giving away your power.

Stay open to something new; be willing to change.

Your best days are still ahead. Stay in faith. Keep believing.

The enemy will try to poison you with doubt, poison you with fear, poison you with insecurity. That poison cannot keep you from your destiny.

Sometimes the key to your breakthrough lies in helping someone else reach theirs. When you bless others, God will make sure to bless you.

Start believing you’re well able, start praying bold prayers, start declaring victory over your life.

Don’t focus on the winds, the waves, the impossibilities. Focus on what God said.

It’s your time to shine. It’s your time to step into new levels.

Victory starts in our minds. Success, breakthroughs, new levels depend on our thinking.

When you bless others, God will bless you. When you show favor, favor will come to you.

The facts may tell you one thing. But, God is not limited by the facts. Choose faith in spite of the facts.

Don’t go through life trying to please everyone. If you try to keep every person happy, the one person that won’t be happy is you.

And every breath without you is torture, but at least I can finally breathe again.

I need to moment to breathe as from the chaos I dream to leave I know I’ll find my feet you won’t find me admitting defeat the calmness I miss I’d give anything for a moment of temporary bliss.

Kiss me tenderly, but if you take my breath away, promise you’ll help me catch it.

Crying so hard, I can’t hardly breathe.

In the pause between your breaths and the space between your heartbeats, I think I heard forever.

I will bring you all of my dead flowers if you will breathe me a promise of spring.

I’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.

I breathe out light pleasing, soft, and warm – I’m still learning to breathe out fire.