love saves us by teaching us how to be a stranger.

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and if you have the ability to love love yourself first

I am not afraid.

Art is not for commodity. It is for passion.

Eruptions are not selective. Everything get's burned equally.

We asked why God would not hear us, while ignoring the cries we refused to hear.

“Our hearts are restless until they rest in You.”

here we go again

“If only you would pay attention to my commandments! Then your peace would become just like a river.”

The first home any of us knew, was a mother's heart.