I’m no longer accepting the things I cannot change; I’m changing the things I cannot accept.
I pray because I can’t help myself. I pray because I’m helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. It doesn’t change God. It changes me.
There will be days that are filled with so many miracles, and days where you question every little moment. There’s nothing wrong with living in the in-between.
Breathe, darling. This is just a chapter, not your whole story.
Sometimes you just have to jump off the window and grow wings the way down.