God, you are light, you are goodness, you are love—and you are within me.
I’m still trying to figure out a way to soften my edges without losing my sharp. Still trying to slow the hell down without losing my ferocity.
Unfollow negative feeds.
Maybe plants are just one giant metaphor for the way this world works. Sometimes we have to fall down to learn how to get back up again. Sometimes we have to lose what we’ve held dear in order to chase what’s of value. Sometimes we have to say goodbye because everything is impermanent, we ourselves are impermanent, and goodbyes are healthy sometimes.
Give me yourself so that I can love every part of you, so that I can stand beside you when the storms come, so that we can make meaning of this life, even when it hurts.
Only when be really get vulnerable do we find that we’re not alone, that others are struggling, too.
So maybe this is what it’s like to know something is real—because whatever’s in front of you no longer compares.
I think I’ve had it wrong in the past. I was forever chasing a person rather than a dream, forever looking for love rather than a person to love life alongside me.
I am going to stand strong in you because you are my promise, because you are my hope, because you are my strength and you never fail me.
When he prays for a fan who was going through a tough time.