Pick up the pieces anyway. Even if they don’t all fit the way they where, they’ll fit. They’ll create something that wasn’t before. They’ll create something beautiful. Something new. Something better.
Don’t let your struggle become your identity.
I’m learning not to ask God to remove the storm, but increasingly beg him to use the rain to grow me.
Sometimes you have to do what’s best for you and your life. You aren’t living for anyone else.
No reason to stay is a good reason to go.
It’s never too late to be what you might have been.