The way this life is designed; the only things you need are the very things that can never been taken from you.
My destiny is to remind you to look up from the castles you’re building in the sand long enough to notice the cathedrals that God’s building all around you – without you, without your sweat, without your tears, without your consent.
Every girl must decide whether to be true to herself or true to the world.
A woman doesn’t need to be told, yet again, that she’s bad. She needs to be told that she’s good.
You know, what strikes me is how desperately we all need to know that we are seen and heard. We don’t need our lives to be different, or easier, we just need someone to see the pain. To know what we’ve faced and overcome. To say: Yes. I see this. This is real. We don’t need a magician to take it all away – we just need a witness.
The messiest parts of our lives are also the most beautiful parts of our lives.
Whatever is our new spiritual motto and mantra. Whatever is divine.
Sister, who needs an umbrella when you are the whole sky?” All.
We either allow ourselves to feel the burn of our own pain or someone we love gets burned by it.
The courage to surrender comes from knowing that the love and pain will almost kill us, but not quite.
Please, no. Let’s stay here with our precious cups and drink safely alone. Everything is perfect. Why must you always ruin drinking by adding scary people and things?
I don’t think kids are any crueler than adults. I just think kids are less adept at disguising their cruelty.
The music is a safe place to practice being human.
There is no substitute on God’s Green Earth for girlfriends.
A woman doesn’t need to be told, yet again, that she’s bad. She needs to be told that she’s good. Mary didn’t ask me to repent. She asked me to rest.
It has been said that the opposite of Love is Hate, or perhaps apathy. Yet, I’m fairly certain that the opposite of Love is Fear. I think the root of all evil is fear.
We have given up looking for a solution and now we will settle for an explanation. The.
That’s how you can tell that you’re filling yourself with the wrong things. You use a lot of energy, and in the end, you feel emptier and less comfortable than ever. Bulimia.
It strikes me that it’s always religious people who are most surprised by grace. Those hoops we become so exhausted from jumping through? We created them. We forget that our maker made us human, and so it’s okay – maybe exactly right – to be human. We are ashamed of the design of the one we claim to worship. So we sweep up our mess and hide our doubts, contradictions, anger, and fear before showing ourselves to God, which is like putting on a fancy dress and makeup to prepare for an X-ray.
All of my wisdom, all of my love, originated in the messiest parts of my life.