There are those that wonder which is worse: Not being able to reach out or not having anyone to reach for. There are some that ponder which is the greater ache: Not being able to tell or not having anyone that cares enough to ask. Perhaps it’s not one person that is to blame, but both.

Dark hair on a white pillow, an ache inside, his face a reflection in her eye.

She doesn't give directions but there is a pot of gold at the end of her rainbow...Find it. If you can.

When other girls were dreaming about love, she dreamt of love too, but in an entirely different context - the ones they took for granted.

As long as you write, you'll never be lonely.

A gem, like you, is made beautiful by being polished. It's not an easy undertaking, but a stone that exists undisturbed among others just is...but the most beautiful stand out because they face being alone, endure hardships and learn from what challenges them. Suffering purifies and makes beautiful, but only if the gem can shine.

There is enchantment in wondering...in seeing a beautiful portrait every now and then rather than an overabundance of the overexposed; I wanted the figure before me to remain a magnificent mystery, like any alluring woman is as the rarity of a thing is what makes it valuable, even an enigma, and when something or someone is that, they become captivating.

We can position ourselves to receive God's promises, but it will take a lot of stretching, moving, breaking and changing!

The Holy Spirit builds on the smooth ground of humility. That's why God will tear you down in order to build you back up.

I not only want to understand God's revelations, I want to be changed by them.