I tend to romanticize the idea of productivity, but I get so distracted and apathetic, I don’t know how anyone gets anything done. I don’t know where my mind goes most of the time.
Why do bad things happen to good people? That only happened once, and He volunteered.
If God could run out of grace, He would’ve for me by now. And yet every morning I wake up, He says, “There is more, there is still more.”
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I will reblog this every single time
A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.