Marisa Donnelly

No matter our journey, what connects us is this—the idea that no matter who we are, where we are, or what’s going on in our lives—we are not alone.

Love is my Christianity. Reaching out and hugging people, despite our differences, is my Christianity. Opening myself to new perspectives and beliefs and accepting them, even if they don’t coincide with my personal values, is my Christianity. Caring about other people and their hearts is my Christianity. Celebration is my Christianity.

When you’re homesick for a person, you cannot find where you belong unless it’s with one another, making a dwelling in one another’s hearts, one another’s souls.

Aquarius: Your heart is so beautiful. You are always willing to give, to share, to connect, to be open. There is nothing wrong with wanting to love and be loved.

I don’t have much to offer you—no spells or special powers, no promise of healing or the ability to solve the struggles spinning in your brain. But what I do have is my heart. What I do have is my love. And I know my love can’t save you, but maybe I can help you hurt just a little less.

I hope you stop letting yourself be stepped on, be bruised, be left by people who don’t see your true worth and start seeing yourself through Jesus’ eyes. You are His creation. You are His child. You are strong and loved.

I don’t care for someone who longs to feel my body; I want a man who is desperate to touch my heart. Someone who wants to learn my mind, who I am, what I believe, what I think about, what I love.

Gemini: “Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.”— 1 John 4:7

Be gentle. Gentle with yourself because there is only so much beating your little heart can take.

One day, love will find you. And it will be everything you didn’t know you needed, and everything you’ve desired for so long. It will be all that you waited for, prayed over, wished upon late at night. Love will be worth it, and show you that you’re worth it.

You may be far from me, but we still share the same sky, the same dreams, the same wishes, the same love. You may be far from me, but we still look up and are grounded in who we are and who we’re meant to be—one day, together.

You consider your bond to be closer than family.

Why is it that we don’t know how to live until we’re close to dying, until we get the diagnosis that changes everything, until we lose someone close to us and realize how much we’ve taken for granted?

You may have let go of him, you may be in love with him still, but you need to ask yourself this: Do you want him back for the right reasons? Does he deserve a place in your heart? Are you willing and able to love him enough to forgive him, to bring him back in? And is he worthy?

For she knows you, knows that you are imperfect, and yet wants you to be hers.

Let’s love one another so well, the past doesn’t matter so much anymore.

Sometimes you must take a break, let the world fall away and figure out how to spin without you, because as much as you fear it won’t, it will.

You put your arms around me and I am wild. Desperately reaching for you, to put my mouth on yours, to kiss my every dream onto your lips until we breathe the same desires, until all the time and space is no longer lost between us. Until we are one.