When God saves you, he doesn’t do it because you gave him permission. He did it because he’s God.
I hate when I’m finally feeling good about myself with everything that’s been going on and then I get a wave of overwhelming sadness to bring me right back down
Even if we’re married for 23 years,
I still want you to flirt with me.
When did loving yourself
become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so?