“I don’t like to be called strong. I am just a weak with a side of faith.”

For years I could not cry. And I thought there was something wrong with me. Turns out I was crying after all – just not in tears.

What if I told you everything was going to be okay – but what if in my own, soft heart, I really needed to hear it too?

And perhaps the greatest peace of art is in the brush stroke of our suffering.

I am the kind of tired that does not need a bed but rather, hope.

And perhaps the greatest paradox of all is how we stand here, fully wounded yet never more alive.

I don’t mind cloudy days. And how could I? My heart has cloudy days too.

Even the wrong people and the wrong choices can bring us to the right places.

For years I could not cry. And I thought there was something wrong with me. Turns out I was crying after all – just not in tears.

There is a certain kind of light that only comes from having been through a certain kind of darkness.

I will heal and Oh what a day that will be.

I was never meant to be stagnant. I only wanted to grow.

You are only ever as lost as the next step you choose to take.

And I guess what I am really trying to say, is that I love the way you love me.

If they are still standing by your side when your armor is off. When your walls are down. When your heart is broken. And your scars are visible. Tuck them into your arms like gold. And do not let them go.

You told me everything would be okay. I wish you had said – you’ll hurt but I’ll hold you.

I do not write. My lungs just breathe in words.

A Christian is never in a state of completion but always in a process of becoming.

There is no place for faith if we expect God to fulfill immediately what he promises.

Faith does not proceed from ourselves, but is the fruit of spiritual regeneration.

Prayer is the chief exercise of faith.

The whole being of any Christian is faith and love. Faith brings the person to God, love brings the person to people.

Don’t worry about having the right words; worry more about having the right heart. It’s not eloquence he seeks, just honesty.

A perfect faith is nowhere to be found, so it follows that all of us are partly unbelievers.

Peace if possible, truth at all costs.