If You’re Not Going To Love The Entirety Of Me, Then Get Out
If you’re not going to believe—in me, in us—then you’re wasting your time.
If you’re not going to believe—in me, in us—then you’re wasting your time.
Love is thousands of tiny moments—exhausting, frustrating, wonderful, and inconsequential—that build a connection that’s beyond temporary.
Forget
all the doubt that’s kept you up at night
because doubt is the conscience’s defense
and your life
is worth going to battle for.
God, you are light, you are goodness, you are love—and you are within me.
I’m still trying to figure out a way to soften my edges without losing my sharp. Still trying to slow the hell down without losing my ferocity.
Unfollow negative feeds.
Give me yourself so that I can love every part of you, so that I can stand beside you when the storms come, so that we can make meaning of this life, even when it hurts.
Only when be really get vulnerable do we find that we’re not alone, that others are struggling, too.
So maybe this is what it’s like to know something is real—because whatever’s in front of you no longer compares.
I think I’ve had it wrong in the past. I was forever chasing a person rather than a dream, forever looking for love rather than a person to love life alongside me.