You can set that burden down tonight.
Are you enough for what you have? Did you deserve it?
Missing them is part of loving them.
The first thing I noticed in this picture was the rain pooling on the wooden steps. Then I saw the little green shoots beside them. I wonder how many times I could walk past that spot before I’d notice what was growing. I can be…
For every quiet sacrifice, thank you.
You are worth the time it takes to heal.
You can begin again gently.
Even quiet faith is faith.
The next small step still counts.
Let someone love the unfinished you.