We are what we tell ourselves we are.
Desires move our identity.
The story we tell ourselves about who we think we are
is why we do what we do.
We live in our stories and according to those stories.
Faith is our quest. Faith and responsibility
go hand in hand.
Faith gives us a narrative of hope.
To estimate the pain of others is lost on us. We discount the value of things that do not mimic […]
Your intuition wants to take you where you need to go. Your intuition understands the wonder of this world And […]
Kindness from our ashes is too late. To live or to die, God knows which is the rapture. […]
We can struggle and still be loved.
We can be less than perfect and still deserve kindness.
Grief is uncomfortable. You never really move on. The people we lose will be very present with us. The people […]
I love you without understanding how.
I love you, forthright with complexities and kindness;
I love you because I know no other way.
