“To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life,
survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a
tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and
thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that
wouldn’t stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The
will to take one’s place in the world. To say ‘I am here.’ To say 'I
I’m very fond of the stars.
They burn with unrelenting determination and unwavering strength.
And when the time comes, their powerful souls unleash one last display of pure energy and beauty before they die.
They never fail to fascinate me.
God spent years and years and years crafting you in his image and likeness. he perfected every birthmark and every scar you would ever obtain in your life all while you were still in the womb. his intricacy with your fingerprints and the lines on your face and the stretch marks on your tummy were so that he could ultimately love you for who you actually are. not so you could be somebody else or kill yourself because you hate who you are because of your past. no. God created your past, present, and future before you were even born into life. he made you beautiful with every past sin you regret, every beautiful sunrise you witness, every intimate prayer you will say. he created you to do so much more for him and you’ve got to believe that.