You’re too good not to be true.
You can stop your justifications, because I have stopped caring about the explanations. Actually, just stop saying all the pretty words that you don’t mean.
Nothing that’s worth having ever comes easy.
(via Here’s Some Awesome)
The sky, so easy to get lost in its unfathomable beauty. How awesome is our Creator?
May I see the things in front of me as they are, not as I think them to be.
May I walk the steps ahead of me one at a time, not wondering if there’s a map.
May I say the things that fix things, not break them further apart.
May I do what I need to do, not be distracted by what I can’t.
May I dream of what I hope for, not of what I fear.
May I love you like I love you, not as any other, me.
Funny how you keep trying to make things change, and when it does, you have no idea how it happened. And then all you know is that it slipped out of your hands and into God’s.
I wish I could write you a poem, with words so beautifully profound.
Or dedicate to you a symphony, an opus both intricate and grandiose.
On my canvas I’d paint you a thousand colours, blending and colliding with each other like never seen before.
For you I would dance up a storm, spinning in the air, for days on end.
For you, anything, just make sure you read it all.
From front to cover.
Between the lines and the words, ink, and paper.