Lord, please forgive me for being so blind to see that You carried me through all my rough seas and never left me.
Everyone’s story has value, and even if we don’t fully comprehend the narrative, it doesn’t make it any less precious.
When I see or hear people who deride and judge those struggling with the enormous monster of addiction, I often feel the need to remind them that no one says, “I want to be a drug addict when I grow up.”
What if the only difference between heaven and hell was choosing to help other people in need?
Loving yourself is not only doing what’s right for you, but doing what gives you happiness, drive and life.
Unfortunately, it’s not a fair world. Fill it with love as much as you can and be someone’s light in the darkness.
If you want people to be softer with you, you have to be softer with yourself. You can’t be your own worst enemy and expect the world to be on your side.
In the end, why isn’t good enough, good enough?