I won’t let you convince me that this abuse is what I deserve.
Lately I’ve been learning how to die—how to grab each and every moment and cling to it for as long as I can.
You may be sensitive, but you’re a damn fighter. You’re strong. You have a backbone, a brain, and a heart that is forever absorbing the energy from the people around you.
Physical Touch: Purchase a massage for someone you love, or if you’re feeling extra lovey-dovey, pamper them with your own two hands.
Pain is of this world, not of God.
I’m scared of how you hold my hand with such gentleness, it feels like coming home.
Let love transform you, not define you. Let love bloom within you, not build your sense of self. Let love teach you, not tell you how to live. Let love become a part of you, not your identity.
Be an active Christian. Not a timid Christian. Not a passive Christian. Not a perfect Christian. But one who loves with everything you have because that is how our Father first loved us.
Be brave. Shatter expectations. Say no, say yes. Scream your hopes to the sky. Shine with all your brilliance, even if you make mistakes along the way.