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21 " The trouble with drowning in the mess of your own life is that you’re not in any shape to save anyone else. You can’t be a lighthouse when you’re underwater yourself. "
― Lisa Wingate , The Prayer Box (Carolina Heirlooms #1)
22 " There is so much good. So much grace. So much pouring into the river. A quiet water, this river of grace. Its work done in ways that do not seek attention. Yet it is there. Always there. A "
23 " Normal doesn't happen overnight when the world around and between you has always been off-balance. "
24 " Kids are supposed to grow up and cut the apron strings. I just never dreamed those sharp scissors would leave so many wounds. "
25 " Father, help these young people to see. Help them to show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others. In power that channels itself into kindness, in a hand outstretched in love. "
26 " I desire to live my life this way,... Not caged by the walls of fear, but in anticipation of the bridges to magnificence. Help me find the way. "
27 " I wanted to write it on paper and fold it up in a box to remind myself, the next time I couldn’t see anything but mountains ahead, that where there’s a mountain, there’s always a river flowing nearby. Ultimately the river is the more powerful of the two. "
28 " Maybe grace was all around me, bubbling through, passing under my feet, and I’d never seen it because I’d never tried to see. "
29 " Other people’s judgment doesn’t have any power unless you offer yourself up for trial, so don’t.” Zoey "
30 " Help them to show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others. In power that channels itself into kindness, in a hand outstretched in love. Be with "
31 " You are a God of winds and tides. Of journeys and storms and navigation by stars and faith. "
32 " The journey itself was the architect of the wood. The interior would never be fully dark because the struggle had cracked it, providing an avenue for the light. "
33 " Forgive me, Father. Forgive my weakness. Forgive my wondering. Bring me to those beautiful shores of home and let me content my feet in the soft sands of all that you have prepared for me. Let me be thankful for all that you have given, neither hungering nor thirsting for what is not my cup. Your "
34 " I heard my grandfathers voice. What do they think-- the storms will never come? You build a house on the sand, the sand shifts eventually... Remember that. "
35 " Dawn comes after the darkness, and with it the promise that what has been torn by the sea is not lost. All of life is breaking and mending, clipping and stitching, gathering tatters and sewing seams. All of life is quilted from the scraps of what once was and is no more —the places we have been, the memories we have made, the people we have known, that which has been long loved but has grown threadbare over time and can be worn no longer. We "
36 " keep only pieces. All colors, all shapes, all sizes. “All waiting to be stitched into the pattern only you can see. “In the quiet after the storm, I hear you whisper, ‘Daughter, do not linger where you are. Take up your needle and your thread, "
37 " show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others. "
38 " You can dress a toad in lace, but the minute you let it go, it’ll still poop on your porch. "
39 " inside, "
40 " There was no other place I loved so well as this one.""Me as well,"... For all the places I've loved, there have been none like this. This place is a deeper love, a sisterhood of water and sand and soul. A place where you fill me through my eyes and my ears, Father. "