Marisa Donnelly

A girl who loves God is both fierce and tender, bold and quiet. She is a woman just like any other—a heart, two eyes, a body, a soul—but what shines through her spirit is her faith, her inability to see the world without her creator as a central part of it.

When you love a girl that’s fiercely independent, you learn that you can love her without changing her, but you still show her how wonderful it can be to be taken care of. And you learn that a woman’s strength does not, in any way lessen yours.

I need you to be the man that I can be myself around—my comfiest clothes, my most genuine smile, cuddled on the couch with my legs on your lap and cold beers in our hands.

You’re not wrong for thinking of him. Not wrong for allowing the thought of him to cross your mind. You’re not wrong for laughing, for smiling, for letting a hint of happiness skip across your heart when you picture his face.

“Recovery means freedom. Freedom to be who I am, to be who I want to be. Freedom to do what I want to do, and the freedom to continue writing the rest of my story. Freedom to make my dreams come true and to dream again.”

One day I won’t have to ask myself if I’ll ever see you again. Because one day you’ll be right in front of me.

God loves you more than you could ever know. He wants the best for you. He wants you to find love, and He will bring you that man when the time is right. He won’t leave you. He won’t turn his back to you. He won’t cheat on you or break your heart or leave you for someone else. He will put you first, always.

I would always forget who I was in those ivy green eyes of yours; they reminded me of a forest, the kind with paths and twists and turns. The kind of forest I could get lost in, on purpose.