I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.

This universe is a fan of you. Watch the flowers in the morning, how they open towards the same sun that spends it's whole day following you.

We become extraordinary when we realize how extraordinary our existence is.

Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.

Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day, and there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans

I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.

Believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces.