“The flowers don’t get to choose when they die. But oh boy, when they live they are beautiful.”

Lord, please transform this worldly brokenness into actions that will praise you.

It wasn’t all in vain, all the lives laid to rest your sacrifice made it possible to keep fighting.

Action over worry. Action over fear. Action over anxiety!

Life has a tendency to pile problems on problems, but god steps in with his bigger and better ways.

It is not your career, your friends, not your possessions, it is your soul.

I always forget to tell myself – you are doing awesome.

Your peace doesn’t have a due date.

Lord, guide me to always see your face when I look in the mirror and not my own vanity.

Do not be afraid, for he has already conquered tomorrow.

God, I know you’ve been there. I know you’ve been there even if I didn’t feel you. I ask you open my heart up to you when I want to close it.

When the dark is near and the light is far, I will run. I will run with open arms to the light.

Lord, help me to not walk the path of anxiety or worry, but in the path you have willed for me.

What an injustice on your life that would be: to base your decisions on fear.

You have called me to be your daughter, your servant, your friend, to be a vessel of your light in this dark world.

Not everything needs a reaction. Save you energy and care for things that genuinely matter.

When you become secure enough in your own capabilities and path, what people try to negatively project on you doesn’t matter.

Real beauty is when you’re centered, when our mind is with the truth. That is how every baby is beautiful because they are centered.

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

God is a specialist at making something useful and beautiful out of something broken and confused.

Treasure the souls who call your twisted dreams, beautiful.

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

To become a good person, work as hard as you do in order to look beautiful.

When God is involved, anything can happen. Be open. Stay that way. God has a beautiful way of bringing good vibrations out of broken chords.