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

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.

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.

You were worth it when he died on the cross for you.

Death will render all your possessions useless.

It is okay to not be in control.

Helpless does not equal worthless.

Other people need to be seen too. So be kind.

It is important allow to feel what I feel, but not to let it dictate my day or week or life.

Even though negativity begs for my attention, I will still choose to focus on the joy in my life.

Allow yourself to fill with grace, for you have come so far.

Do not give the devil a chance to work on you.

Look to the future with hope, not envy.

I actually started working on Madagascar before my daughter was born.

But, you know, when I look at somebody like Hillary Clinton, who sits there and tells her daughter and a government official that no, this was a terrorist attack, and then tells everybody else that it was a video. Where I came from, they call that a lie.

The death of my daughter is a subject I talk about briefly because there is nothing more tragic.

You’re freaked out that you’re going to be having a child, and once you’re looking after your daughter, it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

I find myself enjoying a deeper love than I ever imagined was possible in the form of my daughter and certainly in the union with my wife. It makes everything else, including work, which is one of the things I’m most passionate about, pale by comparison.

We’re children of God through our blood kinship with Christ. We’re also sons and daughters of Adam and Eve, with a hereditary craving for forbidden fruit salad.

I shall clasp my hands together and bow to the corners of the world.

It is commercial pop that the majority of people understand. A working man’s daughter would not understand blues.