Physical Touch: How often do you just slow the world down and hug your person?
In the discomfort is where we find who we are, where we grow, where we become better and more resilient versions of ourselves.
What’s supposed to be ours will come, what’s meant to be will fall into place, what’s right will feel right and we won’t have to force it.
The truth is, our lives are going to be hard, even if and when we pray or listen or rely on Him. But in all things, all moments, all days, all challenges—He is good.
What if I said you’re my person—the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me, the one I want to call mine and wake up next to for the rest of my life?
Remember the ones who didn’t leave you behind, who followed you even when you were headed the wrong way, who fought through battles with you. Remember the ones who stayed and never left.
Stop waiting for the right person, right career, right opportunity to fall in her lap.
Hold her hand in public.
Make your life not solely about who you’re loving, but how you’re loving your world.
Sometimes it’s not the perfectly, orderly moments of life that shape us, but the wild, unorganized chaos that breaks us, builds us, then brings us peace.