"When we lay the soil of our hard lives open to the rain of grace and let joy penetrate our cracked and dry places, let joy soak into our broken skin and deep crevices, life grows. How can this not be the best thing for the world? For us?" - Ann Voskamp
"Sunrise... On the day of his coming, the earth shall be cold; frosted with hate, frozen with with time not meant to be. And as he splits the eastern sky, the bright hope of his love shall cast out the coldness of what has been and gone before."
prodi-gal: “It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.” -Robert Louis Stevenson