Dream confidently without ceasing.
Come what may, I have sailed into the unknown seas.
The fact is, we need prisons that are more like schools, and schools that are less like prisons. But for this to happen, the teachers also need freedom.
Keep reading. Keep researching. Keep writing.
Don't doubt yourself, that's what haters are meant for, they wait for you to make mistakes; So why doubt your abilities, Take that steps and make your haters wait for ever
Self-reliance means looking within to find inspiration
Great writing is about packing a single thought into a handful of words so that your life can be enlarged by a boatload of growth. And if what you’re reading isn’t doing that for you, it’s just scribbling.
You are the author of your life . So write an amazing best seller.
Only by losing everything, do I gain the freedom to build a life of uncluttered purpose.
Love is the energy that connects you to other souls.
look at its shape, with vibrant yellows and oranges, a sunflower can brighten your day...it's as if it is smiling like a happy face painted on the sun...so if you do only one thing all day, let it be to smile, so you can brighten the day of others around you, just like the sunflower
A church for Monday fosters the creative streak placed in all of us from God and seeks sustainable ways to flourish the communities spiritually, socially, and economically. It translates the gospel for the postmodern world, develops whole-life disciples, and strategically embeds itself in the marketplace to grow the economy (Jer. 29:7).
As we know, the week has 168 hours. People spend on average only one hour at church on Sunday morning. What about the other 167 hours spent primarily at work, at home, and at play in a world quite intolerant of Christians, embracing other truths but opposing the truth of the Bible, enamored with narratives but rejecting the narrative of Jesus? What type of church prepares for that type of world? A Church for Monday!
Smile of heaven with fire in her eyes.
She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster and god damn did I love drama.
Sad eyes, once had happy stories to tell.
The world left me cold, foolish of me to think, that the sun dying for the moon, would give the warmth back. Sunsets were always cold.
Love is when eyes collide and hearts collapse.
I'm full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.
Repentance leads to reform ways.
