Is this not the reason I write, to leave a piece of me behind?
A story is inside of us all. Each word and sentence is alive and we grace the pages to keep it from dying.
Be careful of what we say or do on this earth as every word and every action has a return.
Tears are the words that the heart could not express, silent truths the eyes do confess.
If we have touched another's life with our action and through our words then we have lived.
Vulnerability always comes with risks, but its rewards are deep.
Sometime we must visit old memories to make new ones.
My flaws and imperfections make me perfectly incomplete.
In the midst of our lives we must find the One who tends to our scars, mends our hearts, and heals our souls.
We don't really need great amounts of anything. We just need a little of something great.
Sometimes we must forge distance to gauge clarity in our vision and perception.
Spend time beautifying your soul, the rest will simply follow.