Being a son or daughter of Christ is your identity.
It’s weird what sticks with us. I fell in love with Jesus at rock bottom.
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.
His love is ever-present, ever-filling, ever-overflowing. His love is in everything that we do, guiding our every step, encouraging us when we fall. His love is loud. His love is quiet. His love is the in-betweens, when we aren’t sure what to do or where to go. His love is not absent.
Because I’m going to be honest; this whole Christian thing? I’m not always great at it.
Most toxic people leave behind a trail of drama because negativity fuels their identity. It’s an exhausting way to live. And if you hang around long enough, they will draw you in.
Choose the man who stands. The one who grabs your hand and helps you stand when you feel like bowing.
I wake up to a text from my friend on the west coast about last night’s episode of Girls.
When my dad was reaching the end of his life, my mother’s Christian friend made a case for him accepting Jesus. Wouldn’t want him burning for all eternity, right?
You don’t need a boy, but Jesus? He makes all the difference. Jesus won’t up and leave you out of the blue like that boy did.