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In a storm of struggles, I have tried to control the elements, clasp the fist tight so as to protect self and happiness. But stress can be an addiction, and worry can be our lunge for control, and we forget the answer to this moment is always yes because of Christ.

Scales always lie. They don't make a scale that ever told the truth about value, about worth, about significance.

The real romantics are the boring ones - they let another heart bore a hole deep into theirs.

I came into this world the way every person on the planet does - with clenched fists.

By default, most of us have taken the dare to simply survive. Exist. Get through. For the most part, we live numb to life - we've grown weary and apathetic and jaded... and wounded.

Whatever I'm writing comes organically out of my life.

Get this, kids - how a man proposes isn't what makes him romantic. It's how a man purposes to lay down his life that makes him romantic.

Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else's, and you've just picked up a stick and beaten up your own soul.