We cannot let the haters of this world define us. Or frighten us into no longer being ourselves.

When the world careens out of control, we can rest in the fact that God spun this world with a simple word. Matter from emptiness. Beauty from void. Community from chaos.

Growth comes from God, to those with surrendered, yielded hearts.

Dare to be brave today, and trust that when you extend your wings, you will fly.

We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in the darkness.

Our task shouldn't be punishing the villains in our lives, but enlarging the God who heals us from all wounds.

I understand true life doesn't happen when I constantly gaze backwards, mulling over all the injustices others have done or I have done to others.