I wish I was a kid again,
because skinned knees are easier
to fix then broken hearts.

Pain and misery are two different words, which both hurt.

God's breath is like a fresh wind that renews us. Frail and weak as we are,we have hope. We find healing.

Wasted laughter. Wasted tears. Wasted love. That's how badly you felt. And yet, is love ever truly wasted?

We are fragile beings,yet we often act as though we couldn't be hurt,and as though we couldn't hurt other people.

There will always be a pain in 'goodbyes'. No matter how much we seem to understand everything, it breaks our hearts to ever see anything beautiful die.