The strewn and tangled wreckage that litters our lives is the precious raw material from which great beginnings are forged.

I was a slave to my own darkness, believing in my false created, thought-identified identity so much that it forged what felt like a wasteland of a reality.

Truth is, if someone doesn't see you before sex, they definitely don't see you any more after.

In league with being graced by greatness, prepare to be greeted, by all that is beneath you.

I have forged many things that I believe to be things of great beauty. Yet if God is not a part of them, they are entirely counterfeit and I have been robbed blind by the work of my own hands.