Sin is its own punishment, devouring you from the inside.

Image and appearance tell you little. The inside is bigger than the outside when you have the eyes to see.

I believe that, that Christ became sin for us.

Even though you can't finally grasp me, guess what? I still want to be known.

Most birds were created to fly. Being grounded for them is a limitation within their ability to fly, not the other way around. You, on the other hand, were created to be loved. So for you to live as if you were unloved is a limitation, not the other way around. Living unloved is like clipping a bird’s wings and removing its ability to fly. Not something I want for you. Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly. And if left unresolved for very long, you can almost forget that you were ever created to fly in the first place.

I'm not an actual author but an accidental one.

It is so easy to get sucked into the if-only game, and playing it is a short and slippery slide into despair.