my beautiful surrender

You got the keys but I’ll never keep my door locked, you can always come right in. And, if my arms are full you can bet your sweet ass I will drop that shit right then. I might be busy, but I always got some time to surrender to your beauty.
—  Nahko and Medicine for the People, Black As Night
I understood that to become a saint one had to suffer much, seek out always the most perfect thing to do, and forget self. I understood, too, that there are many degrees of perfection and each soul was free to respond to the advances of the Our Lord, to do little or much for Him, in a word, to choose among the sacrifices He was asking. Then, as in the days of my childhood, I cried out: ‘My God I choose all!’ I do not want to be a saint by halves. I’m not afraid to suffer for You. I fear only one thing: to keep my own will; so take it, for I choose all that You will!
—  Saint Therese of Lisieux