There are blessings weaved within every inch of the pain.
W. SCOTTThere are blessings weaved within every inch of the pain.
W. SCOTTForgiveness, I have found, is a slow walk. A tender crawl.
W. SCOTTBut I must admit. I am desperate for hope.
W. SCOTTHonestly, I just want to love without the fear of losing anything.
W. SCOTTThere is always a bit of love whispering from somewhere.
W. SCOTTForgiveness – nectar for the soul. A heartbeat.
W. SCOTTTo be given a chance over and over again is a miracle in itself.
W. SCOTTIn a way, hope is a type of courage too.
W. SCOTTWould it be safe to say that I find you in every heartbeat?
W. SCOTTThe hollow space, it can be a blessing too.
W. SCOTTSpeak good things into existence.
W. SCOTTWe are ever blossoming.
W. SCOTTEven the rain could be the answer to your prayers.
W. SCOTTOur hearts; the greatest revolution.
W. SCOTTYour soul is a beautiful type of love.
W. SCOTTBut when has worry ever produced a miracle?
W. SCOTT