...the sweetness of grace and freedom comes hand in hand with the uncomfortable, bitter-rawness of honest emotions and grief.

I craved to make my faith as real as possible, which meant being recklessly honest in His presence.

We cannot experience free joy and happiness without experiencing the depths of pain.

I wanted to forgive my mom and my dad so badly for the deep hurt they caused, the fear their broken marriage invoked in me, but I also didn’t want to pretend anymore. Pretending is exhausting.

I wasn't there yet, I wasn't finding joy and gladness in my barrenness, but I believed I would. I believed He would make my barren soul as beautiful as His perfect garden.

Jesus came emotional and raw, scandalously gracious. I want to be like Him.

In my gut-wrenching honesty and by acknowledging our big, big God, I found peace.

Fast forgiveness is a part of Christian culture I want to help change and transform. I ache for a journey of Jesus-like forgiveness. The kind demanding time and suffering in the process.

Wholeness is birthed through vulnerability and sensitivity, which is often conceived in brokenness. Jesus taught me this.

...when I decided to be fully honest about whatever my heart undergoes, I found immense peace among the chaos of uncertainties. In my honesty and by acknowledging our big, big God, I found peace.

I love them both as though I birthed them both, but also as though I adopted them both.

If one does secret acts, what should one do to correct them? He should expose the acts and thereby he will no longer fear anyone.

The closer he was the less confident I was.

Out of one hundred random thoughts that pass through your mind, ninety-five are your brain's indirect responses (positive & negative) to what you believe others think of you.

In books, as in life, there are no second chances. On second thought: it's the next work, still to be written, that offers the second chance.

Some people don't understand that it is the nature of the eye to have seen forever, and the nature of the mind to recall anything that was ever known.

If, however, economic ambitions are good servants, they are bad masters

Cowards do not count in battle; they are there, but not in it.

If self is a location, so is love.

While old men feel sensibly enough their own advance in years, they do not sufficiently recollect it in those whom they have seenyoung.

I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.