If every human life is created and designed, each person is a short story or chapter in who the person of God is.

Who you are to me, is God choosing to be vulnerable.


I am not affected by the criticism of my mind, my body, my choices. I haven't really had my feelings hurt for awhile (back to that odd observational tendency).


But when you said all you want is another day like the day you felt wanted, it broke my heart.



I cannot tell you how much you deserve, and how little you settle for.

You, who are infinitely precious, you who have been robbed of what should have always been yours--

You, who are a chapter written by the God I love,


How little you want, and how little you accept, and how much more you deserve.